Sidelined

I sat in silence
Side-lined on the bench I waited with patience
Seemingly forgotten but I've always been told they save the best for last
So at last

I was called up to the platform
I was called by name to perform
So there I was
I opened my mouth to speak at last

But my voice seemed to have been confiscated
Behind my fear was my identity located
Trying to think where I lost it
I rehearsed my lines in my head just as I had practiced

They set there in silence
As I fumbled through my heart to bring up something that made sense
But who was I kidding
My words would never meet up with their understanding

But I had to say something
It was no good to stand there and bring out nothing
So I opened my mouth and said a few words
But the truth behind my lines was never to be heard

These parables that I presented
The audience that listened could not understand it
Even now...you don't get it do you?
But don't worry I don't blame you

As much as we seek to be understood
The truth is, we remain misunderstood
So I stood...there
I was live 'on air'
Yet, my words were nothing more than an unsolved riddle
And the flow of my rhyme was not in line with their rhythm

The presentation ended
I was to be judged though not apprehended
So I sat back down
Only to the heart that understood mine would I be known

Charity E Tafirenyika ©

Beauty Un-beheld

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But we seem to have a pixelated view of character
The person she is inside
Is where her true identity abides

So many eyes have turned aside
Not quite penetrating to see beyond the outside
They outlined beauty by curves
More interested with what she has than how she serves

She serves
Like a true woman should
Her hands scourged
By the pursuing of doing good
Her heart is pure and her mouth speaks peace
Yet the eyes without mercy only stalked to take a piece...of her

Drugged by a ravenous lust
A brutish, beastly lust
That tears at her clothes with their stare
Ripped off the dignity off of her

She cries out, silently
Her attitude begins to change, unconsciously
Her true self sadly remains celled
And her true beauty, un-beheld

Charity E Tafirenyika © 2013