Farida's Poems:
Who is Farida?
“I was originally born in Ghana but was brought over here as a young child. I live with my mum and siblings. My inspiration is everything and anything. Poetry is my haven, salvation and release. I find in writing a sense of bliss that is more profound that anything ever imagined. All my poems are about things that have directly or indirectly affected my life or the people around me. I find myself usually getting dragged into politics and debates mostly, often pushing my first love- poetry, to the back... I write on the spur of the moment.
My favourite author is Maya Angelou.” - Farida.
Her Story
How am I suppose to grow?
How am I suppose to live the life thatI want, choose or would likeWhen you, filled my mind with negative thoughtAnd ideas that have become aHindrance, to my emotional growthEnslaving me with your brutalityAnd striking me down every chance you gotWith words that seemed to destroyAt the very core of my heartYour dislike for me stemming fromThe fact that I look like your first loveWas I suppose to pay for the mistakethat you both madeChoosing to lie down and share withEach other- a love that you thoughtYou both felt...then Sacrificing myHappiness, because to youI was worth nothingSuch negativity- I try not to letchange my perception of lifeBut do you think it's fair- that Isit at home, all alone and scaredCrying constantly... because youkept forgetting that your bloodflow through my veins and I ama part of your creationI'm not blinded by the fact thatthis life isn't easyRaising myself without your helpSeeing that you are happy withsomeone else- raising another familyBut still recreating your yells and screamsin my mind- as a mechanism to get over youBut it's still hard for me at nightHearing my mother's silent criesKnowing very well that her tears- like mineBears the mark of years of abuse and liesSee my open heart- covered with scars andpain that your angers leftNow clutching at rays of hope, love and securitySomething that you never gave me
~ * ~
Last night
It's kinda hard for me
Because before I met you
Every hope and dream I had of love had
Slipped through my hand
Like sand in a punctured hour glass
And I cried last night
Because you don't seem to understand
Where I'm coming from and how
You've changed my view on love
You said to me the night we met
That we could grow to be something
Beautiful- like a rose that grows in concrete
But now it seems like i'm the only
one who sees that dream
And I cried last night
Because I saw my life sooo
Bleak without you and knowing
That I'll never feel your arms around me
Holding me gently as I sleep peacefully
Funny, you knew my history
And all the flaws that surround me
But still you said that you'd hope
To one day be the only one
That I would call in time of need to
Tenderly erase the pains of my day and
Sit with me...quietly...as
The anger slowly melts away
But now I look out- onto the corridor
And your shadow no longer grazes the walls
Now all my hope is gone
And it pierces my inside
To think... I didn't even know you that long
I'm thinking to myself that it's time
to move along because you don't seem
interested anymore
And even though my mind is telling me to go
My heart still wants to know
Let me show you that i'm here
And like water to earth
Quench your thirst
But somehow, all this seems to be in my mind
And i'm sitting here-in my room
By myself with my teddy bears
Staring at the open space
Thinking of you and wondering
If you are thinking of me too
~ * ~
It happened to me
Do you know what it feels like
To look into someone’s eyes and feel hate
All because he decided to betray
Your trust by placing his hands
In places that he should not have
Leaving you all alone and scared
Little girl, wondering when it all will end
With tears streaking down your eyes.
I can see that you are afraid to let anyone in
Because all you see in them is Him
Did he ever stop to wonder how
His touch will make you feel
Guiltily caressing your fragile body
Underneath your night clothes
Smiling to himself, knowing very well
That no-one will believe you
See, I have been there too
Crying silently to myself, wondering
Why he destroyed the very essence of my being
Can you feel the hate that colours my soul?
As I dissipate and become degenerate.
Many years gone and still I am scorned
No amount of water can wash away
The pain and self-loathe that
Seems to consume me
I cannot see beyond the prison
Walls of guilt that hold me
Help me, for I continue to suffer
All relationships go wrong because
I’m too afraid to give my all
In my eyes I did everything wrong,
Staring helplessly as he tugged at
The sheets and bore naked my soul
Tarted and burned, by his greedy thirst to
Defile me
Yes, I am grown but the memory
Still lives on in me
Only now it haunts me in my dreams
And I see as he tries to destroy the casket
That is my body but he can never
Diminish my spirit as the pain
Slowly fades away
(c) 2006 Farida Peregrino Brimah.