Unapologetically Me

No I am not like you, I am like me; with a mindset blueprint that’s an original, fingerprints and a heart beat, my own.

No I am not beautiful like you  I am beautiful like me; a masterpiece, uniquely sculptured first in my Maker’s mind, incomparable.

No I am not educated like you, I am educated in the measure the Divine dictated and my purpose affirms is sufficient for me.

No I am not a clown in the image of him, her or them. Nor a clone programmed to mimic those deemed the good, real and great. 

Yes, I am the one and only me, myself and I.

That’s me!

©️17May2018 DENyamekye

Discourse:

In today’s world there is so much pressure to look like someone else or achieve what they have achieved and this has escalated to dangerous proportions. I was horrified to see pictures of a young man who has had so much plastic surgery to look like his idol, Kim Kardashian. I was saddened and thought of how what would have been his own life path or destiny has been  discarded for a life as Kim Kardashian’s clone. This is one example of multitudes of similar cases were people live as clones or aspire to live as clones of someone else.

We are all uniquely made and indeed if we self-reject it is as if we are saying to our Maker that He made a mistake! We may not see ourselves as beautiful or we may feel insecure about certain areas of our lives, however we must come out of self pity and a deceptive mindset in relation to our worth. Such thinking and attitude is aimed at causes paralysis; the inability to complete otherwise productive projects, take risks that will eventually result in much success or achievement.

Each human being has an inner and external beauty that is unique and a purpose in life that is also unique even if it may be similar to that of others. This is regardless of skin colour, culture, nationality, economic or social status.

We each have potential to excel and live productive lives. But this is only possible if  we concentrate on our strengths and work to overcome our weaknesses rather than concentrate on what others are doing, what they have and what they look like in comparison to ourselves. May this poetic discourse “unapologucally me” be a source of personal reflection or meditation and encouragement.

©️2018 DENyamekye

 

Domestic Death Trap

Slapped once, reassured of his love.

She stayed.

He broke her ribs twice. “I fell down the stairs” she said.

For him she always lied.

Pushed so hard against the door, the wood cracked. He begged for forgiveness.

She stayed.

Who told her of her worth, that she needed to leave to live?

Her true friends tried.

“His unfounded jealousy, blind rage were due to stress” she said.

Her excuses for him, dismayed.

The police found her dead body in a forest, battered and bruised. With no evidence nor history of violence, he was free.

So another victim he tried, while in a grave his wife laid.

©22-03-2018 DENyamekye

👀Reflections on Purposeful Living: What you have left and more…

It is not what you have lost that counts, it is what you have left! Focus on them and live to fulfil your goals for you have inner strength and potential.
Remember you have what it takes to reap abundant dividends for yourself and others.

What you think you lost will increasingly become a distant memory as you leave a memorable legacy founded on what you had left and more.

Deborah E. Nyamekye

The Cracked Mirror

Introduction

Many people struggle as Worthy in this poetic discourse below: They have achieved much in life and are giving, approachable and likeable yet time and time again they self reject.

If we recognise such tendencies within us; a false self-perception or a broken self image as though looking through a distorted  or broken mirror it is time to acknowledge this and engage in self assessment and analysis; what causes these cyclical tendencies, is there a root cause from childhood, early adulthood … seeking professional help through counselling and prayers may be a way forward; a problem shared is a problem halved and a problem that eventually goes away!

The Cracked Mirror

Her name was worthy.
She lived on abundance street, things were plentiful so was her guilt towards those with little, it was so pitiful.

With the best education in her quiver, knowledge as power was not great for it led to self debasing and the sinkhole of depression.

Showers of expressive love felt like pins and needles bruising her body as she decoded massive hate was at the pinnacle.

Words of kindness were like darts hitting her heart as she defined the glare of their eyes as cold and calculating.

Sought after by many who saw her as wise, she obliged, though hated the popular ride, so at times she would feign sickness and hide.

She rolled her eyes when her name “Worthy” was praised, crying out “why me and not them!”

Her inner self she deemed unworthy to be trapped in a life where she always felt guilty.

Escape she finally did in the cracked mirror of her destiny to create for herself a reality in that place of her preferred identity.

©️16-June2018 DEN -The Witness

The Awakening

Razor is my man, loves me and calls me “son”. speaks to me like a Father so I joined his gang “Blades in the Hood”, sooner than later.

My boy self was chained tight to papa, crying like a sissy every night, since he slammed the door shut, his face never again to see.

I lie… I see his face still… even at night curled up like a child.

I see his face in grown men

withering in pain,

crying out,

begging for mercy,

everytime our knives and guns do their thing…target their prey.

And I hear the laughing voice in my head “pay back time!”. Feeling like superman, chains unlocked and riding high…

But …but another voice like mama’s rings louder “life is a lie, get help now!”

Life is a lie, I need help now!

©️26-12-2018 DENyamekye

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Alfie’s Poem: Bullying Ain’t Nice

One young boy’s response to bullies: scribal self-expression that is a form of dignified self-care that can yield other positive results… as we can see in Alfie’s case.

We have a choice in how to react when we are bullied. Well this wise young boy after being mocked for having ginger hair and told through messages to go and kill himself did not stoop to the bullies’ level, rather he chose to be dignified; He took pen to paper and wrote his feelings down! If that isn’t self-care, I don’t know what is!

Not only was it therapeutic for him (I believe)! He actually expresses his sense of self worth at the end and his last words were unknown to be prophetic because now he and his poem are standing out in the media around the world. Talk about a turnaround! I love it! Love it 😍 love 💖 it!

Alfie’s Poem:

Bullying ain’t nice
It ain’t cool
Just because I am ginger
You’re so so cruel
Are you really like this?
Have you not got anything better to do?
Or are you gonna treat me like gum on the bottom of your shoe
You’re an idiot you have made me cry
But that’s not the case
Not even my home is my safe place
I see the messages and feel like crap
Its like I’m stuck in some sort of trap
So I’m not ok
But I will say I’m fine
I make people happy and people fake their smiles
I might be faking mine
I’ve got love and support
That’s all I need
Just please own up
Please please please
Don’t be like this
Don’t be mean
Can’t say it to my face
So you sit behind a screen
But I’m gonna carry on with life
Do what I wanna do
Don’t interrupt me anymore I’m done with you
So I’m not gonna sit there, cry and freak out
But without a doubt
I’m not gonna blend in
WHEN I WAS BORN TO STAND OUT

Click on the link here for Alfie’s  full story entitled “Ginger haired boy writes poem to bullies who told him he should die”: