Theories of Jumine

The constant condescending 

The man taking 

The unreliable blending

Mending.

Friending

Madting

Trying to put together a piece 

Straightening the crease

That'll hold you together 

Never 

Girl, the class clown 

That beautiful brown 

Timeless -centre of attention

The one most insecure 

Craving more

Tired of the liking 

Loving 

Smiling 

Late night texting

Shows you interest 

That added value 

A different currency 

Until you claim bankruptcy 

Withdraw your feelings 

No more loans

Cashier closed 

The Croissant

The broad horizon 

The beginning has no origin

Stretching across a smooth ebony landscape

The occasional pimple

To bump the painting of the artiste

From afar it's prominent

Strong and muscular

You see it first 

The fist one you pick

Not as soft as the crispy batter in the bakery

This pastry is different.

The temples 

The upside down handles 

That steer her thoughts

And bubble up on her brain

The words for the metaphor.

It's hard to spot under the shelf 

Of her fringe

Hidden in disgust.

Quasimodo.

Her forehead.

Family

Family

This will be the hardest one

It's falling apart

My family's love heart

Fixing, mending and comprehending 

The breakage

Split ends that need cutting

Everyday a decibel raises 

We are all going through faces 

Your not happy mum

You used to be so fun

Living through the edges 

Never allowing them to get to you

After what we've been through

I suppose we all have our breaking point

You're growing up brother

No longer having a need for your mother

It's okay 

But the relationship is suffering decay

Acceleration to be man

When you no longer have your number one fan

We care you don't get it

Stop digging yourself a pit

The financial situation is dire

Lord knows we haven't got a spare tyre

Rolling as they burst 

Covering the holes with tape 

Mother covering us with her superman cape

Court case

It's time to face the fat truth.

The weight gain

Arms flab

Yes.Self esteem is illegal

Arrest her

Found guilty of:

Cellulite

Thighs and stomach

Counting the inches

Sweaty pits

Cheeks fuller.

Pregnancy?

Apologise

Love handles 

Tugged and pulled 

Tucked in 

Waist training - who are you fooling?

Shape wear

An outfit before an outfit

Spandex 

Beige or black

Contour make it thin

Pout

Squint

Ignore the doubling chin 

Bright Star - John Keats

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death. 

John Keats

Thoughts

"Inconsiderate" is one of those poems that come directly from the heart. Minimum thought - just pure feeling. (Which meant I had to do a thorough grammar search after I had published it) 

    Have you ever thought you liked someone then realise along the lines that they're just not for you?

  

The idea of being loved is quite different from the actual reality.

What makes this poem harsh to me is the fact I started to pick holes in what I once admired. I thought bitterly and harshly against a presumably lovely human being. 

  

There's always hope in being friends before lovers 

❤️

Inconsiderate

Still not perfect

What do I want?

Having these unsure thoughts?

It's not fair on you nor to me

Everything a girl could want 

But still not quite there

Seem to be attracted to the ones that

Do not suit my ideal

You chased him - now what?

Are you going to let things slip away?

Far from you but heavy on your heart

Still not quite there 

Why is there something missing?

I asked - he gave - turned up

Still not good enough

Why am I not excited?

Friends screaming excited 

You a shell - sharing and showing the beauty outside

But hollow within

Empty and desolate

Your heart heavy

Do you like the chase?

So now what?

Settle down have kids?

No, not with you.

Maybe, just not yet

Yes, to be safe

Lack of submissiveness 

You're too feisty for a brother

Apologetic

Shit

So easy to pick holes 

In something you once wanted

But now want to get rid of

Selfish?

Tumblr - Kwame Boateng

No words.

Happy New Year!

Hello Readers!

 Happy New Year! Be Blessed and Never Stress!! -

This year I'll hopefully be releasing two poems a month - resolutions as I am starting a reading challenge on English Literature and try to feed back my reading in a poetic form! plus still more poems about Love,self-worth and confidence!

 MWAH

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Good Cheer to all the readers of my blog!

 I just want to thank you all for the time you have all taken to read and digest my blog! Anyway to celebrate Christmas! I decided to quote from one of the BEST Christmas movies( as I have taken the time to watch it twice in a week) - "How the Grinch stole Christmas"

 “Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before! What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!”

"Don't forget the Grinch. I know he's mean and hairy and smelly. His hands might be cold and clammy, but I think he's actually kinda... sweet."

"Dr.Seuss, How the Grinch stole Christmas"

Remember those who are less fortunate during this period!

Love 

December

Hello happy new month!!

2013 is almost over how quick did that go!

This month features my latest poem that actually talks about 'loving yourself' as women how often do we hear this from men and our friends?

It's up to interpretation as I am only presenting some ideas 

But the inspiration of this poem came from two places:

 1. Recently I was told " love yourself else someone won't love you" as helpful and supportive that was - I realised it was just saying "men like confidence and women that love themselves" so it was almost a means to and end to be in a relationship! When we should love ourselves genuinely 

2. Seek the kingdom of God and his righteousness all shall come with! -Look inside and realise that you women are above rubies and Gold and once you recognise and love yourself thouroughly people you never expected will come into your life

However , if you do not agree with the reasons above THAT is perfectly fine! A friend recently disagreed with my interpretation and that too made me think😘

.....

Thank you to all the readers of my blog

And all my super super super confident friends ❤️ 

💞

Love yourself

So easy to say

Thinking about this morning,noon and day

It's becoming stressful

For goodness sake I'm full

Tired of the motivational speaker

Doesn't make me stronger just weaker

They can tell you to love 

And rise above

The heck you mean

Please tell me this is a dream

Tired of the advice 

Telling me to know my price

Why do I need to love myself ?

Especially to herself

Will she be left on the shelf?

What about himself?

Or let's make it oneself 

Tell me of the benefits

Not the fact she'll finish -

Last

Before her time has past.

♥️

November Love

Hello November bunnies! This AMAZING poem is by the wonderful and oh so beautiful Bisi! Her poem from my perspective illustrates the frustration of society's take on a "good" typical female! she believes that society need to stop this basic and suppressive view on women and start thinking outside the box!!

 My number one favourite stanza was 

"You see, primary socialisation and the cultivation of this civilisation 

have led to the formulation of this good girl identification that’s caused my frustration."

What's yours?

comment and follow :*

Frustrations of a Good Girl (Part 1) - Bisi Akindayini

Hello, I am the good girl! 
What does this mean? You may ask. 
Well that’s exactly what I am about to unmask. 

Loyal. Charismatic. Funny. Beauty. 
Intelligent and Independent. 
I clean. I care. I even cook. 
That’s a pretty alright look, which many people tend to overlook, but without question… 
Compulsory I undertook. 

You see, primary socialisation and the cultivation of this civilisation 
have led to the formulation of this good girl identification that’s caused my frustration. 

Frustration? Yes frustration!! 
It’s because this specification, is a total violation, 
that needs elimination due to society’s reformation. 

Like for-real NO FORNICATION? 
That practically eliminates the entire congregation

BY ADEBISI AKINDAYINI 

Clockworks

Her mind is a clock - chiming at the brink of beauty

The clogs pulling her from side to side


The hour hand close - 

Slow but steady

Not quite there- 

Yes the minute prevails 

She lags behind 

But She'll never pass the hour 

Society 

She tries her best 

Block out the numbers circulating her 

Opinions 

Tick tock

Silence

Plus size

Plus, Plus and Plus again

The female body now Maths??

All this Adding – Multiplying

All this surplus knowledge to associate with FAT

Yes I said the forbidden word.

Gasp

 

Extra fabric? Bigger Sewing machine?

New Factory?

Extra Large sketch pad?

Or is it a different pencil they use?

 

Illusion dresses

Dark colours –

Flared jeans to balance that upper thigh

Capped sleeves

 

The usual wardrobe of a plus size queen 

Just Talking... Read x

Thank you all for supporting me in my poetic journey!
Portrait of  a poet was not my original decision but after some thinking i realised that this was the perfect name

As my poems do illustrate different moments and events of my life.
Some are long winded or very emotional. I.E. " Why is love so complicated?"
or there is the occasional vengeful poem "Unfinished " under the title 'Hard Times'

Moreover, Some of them are just random thoughts about self image and esteem which a few women (most) struggle with ie "Body" and "Your eyes" (won 1st place)

Finally, portrait of a poet is my new baby which I hope to develop and it can only happen with people reading and feed backing their thoughts
x

Hard Times

Is it because I told you

After all we've been through

Took me for a fool

Did I ever use you as a tool?

Thank you ever so much

Not a look, glance or even a touch

Good girls gone bad

You won't make me mad

I felt as if I had no status - empty - desolate

But I'm not desperate

Nah not for you

Or am I missing something

Since I'm nothing

Is it your brother let me keep that silent

Only you and I know fuck you and your talent

Shying away from the truth - my fault

Yet you still shut me out like a vault

Its calm and no resentment

Its all entertainment

Wish you nothing but the best - adele

But I have more to tell

What happened to the laughs and hats

And your dead chats

Almost lost a friend

I haven't even come to the end

This is my therapy