S – D

Dear stranger

I have pieces of you I don’t know what to do with.

Memoirs of yesterday’s memories,

An ode to the tomorrows never seen.

Stranger danger



Sound the alarm,

It has all been set ablaze.

Blare the horns,

This ship is set to sail.


©   O.M



My Name Is Stigma.

Allow me to introduce myself.
My name is stigma.
Of course, I don’t need an introduction. You know me, they know me.
Everyone knows me.


I eat at the fabric of your identity.
Sometimes I call you out on things beyond your control.
I am what members of society attach to you.
So when they look at you, all they see is me.
It is only natural for me to execute my job with severity.
So you were innocently convicted.
Who cares?
I’ll make sure the label ‘murderer’ hangs heavily over your head.
So that your truth does not matter, and all your potential employer sees is that image depicted.
Even when you’re clean and out of rehab, your sister will silently worry that you’re addicted.


I attach shame to your birth.
I know it’s not fair on you, no you shouldn’t suffer for your mother’s actions.
You and your putative father come to the realization simultaneously.
“Sir, I’m sorry to tell you that the DNA test we conducted reveals that this is not your son.”
Don’t tell anyone but the gardener contributed to your presence on earth.
As you walk down your neighborhood, their whispers form tendrils that wrap around you.
It is my doing, give me credit.


Don’t you see me on your lunch table?
That’s odd because I’m the only one there.
I feel bad for chasing your friends away so I keep you company.
JOKES. They’re tired of your ways.
“Is she the only one who loves God?” “It’s annoying how she always talks about the Bible.”
You’re on the right path.
But I don’t want them to know.
“I feel she will judge me because she probably thinks herself holier.”
It’s annoying how all my efforts don’t even faze you, you still show everyone love.
You stand the ugliest of my wrath.


When you enter a room, I make the colour of your skin more noticeable.
Gives people ample justification when their stereotypical views come out to play.
Normally, where you’re from should be irrelevant;
But that is exactly what I make significant.
Women hold their purses a little tighter, criminal is your label.
Terrorist is your middle name.
I know the media doesn’t even make things better.
Maybe you should hide the fact that you’re German,
Because I’ll automatically make them remember Hitler.
Don’t be surprised, I told you I am the master of this game.


You hide your cuts under your sleeve.
I really can’t say which hurts you more:
That those who should care don’t notice or that those who notice look at you with fear in their eyes.
You can’t blame them, it’s called ‘mental illness’ after all.
I blind their eyes, no one sees they are slowly depriving you of your will to live.
Yes, they would rather maintain a social distance.
And the existence of your bipolarity is either denied or it becomes a prayer point.
Even though there is Mental Awareness Week,
I make these labels stick.
Take ‘Crazy’, ‘Weird’ and ‘Sad’ for instance.


Your tale is a funny one.
You warmed Jake’s bed and Ore’s too.
Oh, wait! There was Tom’s and Tobi’s also.
Then the day came where you had to point out your baby’s daddy.
But when asked you couldn’t tell which one.
It didn’t really matter anyway since you killed that son.
You couldn’t bear the risk of infecting him you said.
The humiliation the news of your status brought your parents was sad to watch.
I, STIGMA stood through it all.
Your disgrace was fun.


I am angry.
I’m raging.
My fame is dramatically reducing, society has begun to shun me.
Awareness this, awareness that. NO! NO! NO!

My presence in society is slowly diminishing, no one is feeding me. I AM HUNGRY.
People are accepting one another more these days.
Paying no mind to what should naturally cause them shame.

Everything is being portrayed in a better light.
Everyone has become a stigma fighter.
I guess society often changes its ways.




©  O.M


This week has brought with it one bad news or the other.
I heard she fainted while leaving the office, dear mother!
I earnestly hoped it wasn’t cancer but the test results laughed in my face asking
“Why even bother?”

Chemical engineering proved all my long nights and library hours worthless.
And I cried and cried because I genuinely put in my best.
That didn’t make the pain any less but I sure was left a scholastic mess.
Yet I cannot get out of my head: ‘fluid mechanics’ and ‘separation process’

You know how Alexandra was going to school in Minnesota?
Yes, I said was.
All I heard when her mum called was “shot” “dead”
“I thought as her best friend, you would like to know” she said.
I slept off crying about how the cop who did it would get away with it, that was Wednesday.

Thursday I couldn’t get out of bed.
Heavy were my legs and with everything else, I just could not!
Monday’s fear came rushing in, left my chest in a knot.
I promise you, I fought. I really did try but I didn’t have a shot.

Thank God it’s Friday.
Maybe by its end I wouldn’t really feel how much my burdens weigh.
Two steps into the bar I faintly hear “Trey. Rather, get on your knees and pray.”
Took a look around, this wasn’t really my scene.
I aimlessly walked around all night, my head refused to clear.

Sat- ur – day
So I  spent the day sitting at your side.
It’s been three years pops!
I guess you won’t be there to walk down the aisle with this bride.
I know you would have cried and had on your face a smile so wide.

It is so sunny outside.
While admiring nature, I catch my lips break into a smile.
It feels really strange an act.
And temporarily light shines as the shadows retract.
Sunday, it has all been made new and that’s a fact!


©   O.M

O C E A N S.

You saw me in my ocean, very close to finally drowning. You rowed over, threw me a life jacket and pulled me on board. We cruised these deadly waters, rose above all of the storms and when the winds blew us down, you carefully picked us up and built a stronger house that the wolf couldn’t blow down no matter how many times he puffed and puffed. Then the day came when shore was in sight and I could almost feel the coarse sands between my fingers and I could see the sea shells gleaming, but you took a detour and steered me away from what I was hoping for. We passed the spot where you first saw me and I thought we were taking a nice drift down memory lane. That’s when it occurred to me, I hoped you were nice enough to leave me where you found me at least. Until you pushed me overboard further from shore than I had ever been and you looked me right in the blue eyes you said you loved and told me to find my way, and as you drove away with the map and the will to fight, it was in that moment I noticed the weight attached to my right foot and a sea shell tucked safely in my hand


©   O.M