Conflicts

“Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“To the mountains.”

“What?”

*silence*

“You know, I like your impulse but I feel like you need to tell your parents.”

Inner Dialogues

Here we are, once again. It was exactly a year ago that I found myself broken, questioning how it was that I got to this dark, and now dusty place.

Now that I have returned, I have no doubt who’s to blame: my incredibly senseless heart.

To be, or not to be… What is the question?

The page on Wikipedia for the phrase “To be, or not to be” starts of as follows:

“’To be, or not to be…’ is the opening phrase of a soliloquy in the “Nunnery Scene” of William Shakespeare’s play Hamlet. In the speech, a despondent or feigning Prince Hamlet…

Day 21: Xerox

Maimuna, stop trying to be everyone else

Nothing about you matches anymore

You stole Amina’s laughter, Aisha’s personality and Atika’s gestures

Except for the occasional flicker in your eyes, you are no longer recognizable

A Stressful Dance

He’s back. the Devil himself. He always gets my attention. He owns me. He hurts me because of that.

It’s war all over again. It had been 5 months since I last saw him. I promised I wouldn’t make him mad anymore. I did today, but it wasn’t entirely my fault.
McDonald’s, 5…

Condensation

Have you ever noticed how difficult it can be to see your own reflection in a steamed up mirror?

I think that the effect condensation has on my reflection in a mirror, is a good metaphor for living a life where self does not acknowledge truth.

The Civil War of Myselves

To fight in war is to risk everything.

Your body.
Your sanity.
Your conscience.
Your time on planet Earth.

ONE SELF TO ANOTHER:

I hate you.

Why are you a part of me and how did you become so powerful!? Why can’t I disobey you, and why do you have such control over me!? I know everything you lead me to believe is a lie, but still, I can’t disregard your deceit.