Fight Back

Fist Power

Eyes rolled back, collapse.
Cling to air, fight back.
Fingers lunge to gouge their eyes,
Weaken them, retrieve your position.

You slept on them, dreaming lazily,
They woke rejuvenated,
Staying woke; silence fuelled new found strength,
Exercised around your defunct resistance bands.

Strength not in numbers, but in few.
Sturdy metal coursing through them,
Almost indestructible,
Abilities bestowed by misguided sources.

Snapping out of your slumber too late,
Their limb had shot out, grabbed you by the jugular,
Squeezing, tightening, gripping
Bringing you to your knees.

You will bend to their routine.

Shaniqua Marie

Living in a Defected World

I cannot stress how sick I am of this world.  Practically every, single day now, something takes place that makes living in this world feel even worse.

As a follower of Christ, I know that I’m not supposed to be comfortable in this world, because it’s not my final home, but my disdain for my current home is growing more and more.  Evil, injustice and sick, twisted acts are becoming even more commonplace, making some individuals numb to the news, because it’s not a shock anymore or because their hearts have grown cold.

I’m sick of hearing about suicide bombers and terrorist attacks.  I’m sick to my stomach by the reports of rape in India and child abuse.  I’m tired of politicians making decisions that negatively affect our lives and throw our country into turmoil.  I’m sick of watching the injustice that black people have had to suffer through time and time again, simply because another race fears us or believes that they are superior to us.

I’m done with the media telling us what we should look like.  I’m bored with growing up with a generation of sheep, who want to follow the crowd or hang on every word of a celebrity who has no idea who they are.  I hate the inner racism among people of colour, who think that lighter skin makes you prettier or better than those with darker skin.  I’m infuriated by males who show no respect and believe that they are entitled to sex; who for some reason have come to think that sex comes hand in hand with a relationship.

The poor are exploited by the rich, who keep getting richer while they get poorer.  The respect for life has gone, with young people aimlessly killing each other, using knives and guns like they’re on some sort of battlefield.  People don’t want to give their time to a good cause, because all they care about is getting money or the fickle things in life.  Lies, fakery and empty words abound, while kindness, sincerity and honesty gets lost.

This world is a horrible, horrible place and everyday it makes me more sick to my stomach.  The human race is going backwards rather than forwards and even the earth itself is beginning to fight back, because we have mistreated it for so long.  Sometimes, I don’t know who we as humans think we are – it’s truly a disgrace.

More of us need to rise up, come together and do better, because we can create some beauty in this ugly world, but it will take work and determination.  I’m just glad that this world is not my final home and that my God has another home in store for me, which will be perfect, beautiful and without all of these disgusting defects.