You Should Know By Now

To Her,

As of now I have failed to summon the amount of courage needed to tell you this.
I wish I could wait for the day when that would be
But on the inside of me, there is fire on the mountain.
So I turn to alphabets empowering them to be my release.
I do pray that by tomorrow these words won't matter one bit
Because today you will grow and the shoe will no longer fit.
You should know by now that you deserve better.
Or is it until your crown no longer glistens?
You should know by now that you are of great value.
Or are you waiting for your gold to corrode
In the hands of a pauper too blind to recognise that you are treasure in every measure?
You should know by now that you deserve better.
I am tired of hurting from your pain that multiplies mine.
Why are you subjected to competing for his attention?
Isn't your love for him consuming enough?
Now you see yourself as never enough, paying compensation for his damages.
I want to write pages upon pages
But my heart hurts with every word, it really hurts


And I am frustrated when you blame love
For his failings that you clearly see but never see reason to address.
Maybe that's what society has taught you best friend-
To embrace him and lose yourself while doing it.
Otherwise explain to me why your dreams don't even want to associate with you.
Yes love is sacrifice, but why are you endlessly offering yourself on his table
When all he stands to represent is Cain?
Darling, love is clear and love is plain,
Please open your eyes and see that his is a chain.
Please!
You bet I'm angry and I can't even feign.
Love is tender so when his hands show everything but that
And I'm left soothing you from the lash of his tongue
I ask you why and you say love, I just don't get it.
I really just don't get it.


I have mourned for you...
Mourned for the future we painted as children
Because this definitely isn't it.
Mourned for the venom you've reluctantly had to swallow
Poisoning your innocence and delicacy
You deserve so much better my queen.
Growing up, I've always promised to fight for you,
Especially in moments when you lack the strength to do so for yourself.
Today I upheld my promise to you.
Today I did right by you and I made sure he did too in the least way possible.
I fought for the queen I know you to be, saved you from the slave he made you into.
So when he calls for a breakup and you call me, I'll pretend like I didn’t orchestrate it.
And you'll cry but I know you'll be okay.
You will no longer hurt me because you are free from pain,
I know you will be okay and inevitably I will be okay
Because he'll no longer be there to put out your fire
So you will gradually burn brighter and I hope to recognise you again.


I don't intend to be your knight.
I just want to see your phoenix take flight,
I want to hear your voice again empowered with might
Knowing that the only person you're competing with is yourself.
Now that is enough pay for me,
Knowing that you don't pay attention when they say you deserve less
But go for that best they secluded for the rest,
Now that is enough pay for me.
GOOOO BESTFREENNNN
THAT’S MY BESTFRENNN
GOOOOO QUEEN
You know I wrote this one for you.


I hope you never settle for less in life and I hope you’re surrounded by people that ensure you don’t.

© O.M

Dear Princess

Princess, pick up your crown.
It’s not meant for the dirt where it lies.
I know life will never stop trying to knock it down.
But there is so much beauty to admire when out of the ashes you rise.

Take a walk with me, let’s talk child.
There is this beast roaming about.
You might be familiar with it, however mild.
It eats you from the inside – out,
Whispering noisy nothingness into your ears that you mistake for truth.
While waging war on your sanity, dignity and identity.
It will be a prominent feature on the mixtape of your youth.
Nonetheless, listening to my voice is how you gain immunity.
Hear me now when I say
Your beauty is not defined by the number of boys asking for your number.
Nor by the comments beneath your pictures claiming you slay.
Now, there will be days when your strength would rather slumber,
Causing that ugly beast called insecurity to rear its head again.
Rest in me, I am the One who watches over you. I neither slumber nor sleep.
And when you think you can’t do without makeup, originally your beauty was never plain.
No child!
Know that your beauty is wild.

Princess, you are royalty
You are blessed and precious in my sight
You don’t need to beg for their loyalty
I want you to learn to depend on my might.

When you value you, they’ll catch on and value you
Most times when we converse, you ask…
King, where is my boo?
King, where is my prince? Why is finding him such a task?
Allow me to explain.
I have created princes but some of them have traded their crowns for snapbacks
Denied my freedom only to be bound by the lifestyle of heavy gold chains.
When I look at my supposed image, all I see is a mirror full of cracks.
Doesn’t mean I love them any less, my redeeming grace is made available.
Just know that the one I have chosen to cherish you is being refined,
And once he’s been bent, broken, shaken and made malleable;
Will your paths become aligned.
Listen now, your body is my temple.
Holy and sanctified. Purchased with an immeasurable price.
So stop giving it out as a free sample.
Just look to me, your friend and Creator
Your go to person and mediator.

Princess, there will be dark days.
Tainted with brokenness, hurt, rejection and pain.
Days where it will be so hard to sing my praise.
Keep calm, I will water your soul and send down rain.

Whether you’re chipped, cracked or shattered.
Failing, faltering or falling
You will matter, you matter and you have mattered.
My daughter, listen to my voice, I am calling.
I will piece you back together, part by part.
Let me in, I am your persistent lover.
Don’t shut me out, I am knocking on the door of your heart.
Please come to me, I am your shield and cover.
Dear one, tears are okay.
I hear them too.
Simply another way you pray,
But know that I always hear you.
Granted, you have trust issues,
But the many evils you could have avoided if you let me steer this boat,
And I’m not just talking about when to wear which shoes,
If you could just give me the liberty to gloat that your entire story I wrote.
Let me have the deciding vote.

Princess, can I tell you something?
For you,
This world has absolutely nothing
I am the eternity and satisfaction you seek and that is true.

You were created to shine.
So also that princess over there and the one right next to you.
Her beauty is divine.
Why not hold her hand, pull her up and be true.
Rather than spend time bashing another princess,
Polish her crown,
Don’t stress,
Help her blossom and don’t hold her down.
Once you accept me, my spirit will help you with these things.
If you would let Him, He will renew your mind so you may be transformed.
So you can fully recognise that nothing can separate you from my love, not even your endless sins
Or how bad or well you performed.
Love, joy, peace and kindness
My fruits you will demonstrate
Patience, goodness, faithfulness, self-control and goodness.
Lastly, remember it is never too late to amend.
I am your loving King and dear friend.

©   O.M


Isaiah 43
King James Version (KJV)

But now thus saith the Lord that created thee, O Jacob, and he that formed thee, O Israel, Fear not: for I have redeemed thee, I have called thee by thy name; thou art mine.

When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee.

For I am the Lord thy God, the Holy One of Israel, thy Saviour: I gave Egypt for thy ransom, Ethiopia and Seba for thee.

Since thou wast precious in my sight, thou hast been honourable, and I have loved thee: therefore will I give men for thee, and people for thy life.

Fear not: for I am with thee: I will bring thy seed from the east, and gather thee from the west;

I CANNOT WRITE.

I’m sure if this backspace key could speak, it would say ‘Let me be.’
A bin in the corner of the room overflowing with crumpled paper, yes the typical image.
Mine is however on the left side of this desktop and in this new age, Microsoft calls this a page.
I cannot write and I think the problem is me.

My hands attempt to hold my head in place.
For fear that it will explode with all this unemployed creativity.
You can trace out the frustration on my face,
As I struggle to free myself from this poetic captivity.

I cannot write.
How apt that this is my natural response.
Now watch me reluctantly rhyme write with right.
Oh how I cannot write.

Sometimes it comes to me like rain, trickles in.
Sometimes like a ray of light, it shines through a crack.
Other times I’m found in total lack.
And writer’s block claims the win.

“It’s just a phase.”
“Look for inspiration.”
My ears are exhausted by such phrase.
Wait, maybe I’m afraid my writing is truly a product of a phase.

Oh doubt, not you again!
I watch you grab my artistic confidence and strangle it till it’s barely there.
Maybe with years these verses would be worth calling poetry,
Or maybe they’ll never make it out.

I cannot write.
And the reason is me.

©  O.M

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