Primavera, 24×24, oil on panel by Richard J Demato
He dug so perfectly well and worked very hard, but as soon as he came to the water of life, he went from being so good to being very bad. He took to his heels as fast as he could, and lost the nourishment that all his work was supposed to bring. Isn’t it unfortunate that a well-digger is dying of thirst because of his fear of water?
Brief Analysis: When a man hops from woman to woman, he lives a very empty, unfulfilled life. “Digging through a well” is used as a metaphor for having sex in this short poem. It’d be silly, of course, or stupid, to think that is all a woman- a whole magnificent being- is good for. If you are lucky enough to get a woman who loves you and is willing to be and stay with you, it’d be unfortunate to not appreciate that, and recognize that with her by your side, there is nothing you can’t do.
Don’t ever make a conclusion on a person’s character or self, solely based on hearsay. If you would not believe that my sister has six legs simply because I’ve said so, until you see a picture of her and her six legs, don’t conclude that a person is an angel, a devil or something else in-between because someone else has told you to.
I don’t have a sister that has six legs.
If I had told you that my sister had a leg instead, you probably would have believed it because it sounds very realistic that a person would have just one. Then you tell someone else that my sister has just one leg and (she had an accident when she was four or she had an infection or whatever you come up with). The dissemination cycle continues- they tell someone else, and the someone else tells someone else. Now, everyone is beginning to look at me strangely because my sister has one leg and I ate the other one. Everyone is being mean to me because I eat human flesh, and they don’t want to be eaten. No one has taken any of the information or gossip with a grain of salt.
Ask yourself these questions about your significant other:
1. Do they make me feel safe? 2. Do they make me feel anxious? 3. Do they make me feel less than they are, or do they make me feel like their equal? 4. Do they boost my self-esteem or kill it? 5. Do they make me smile or laugh? 6. Do they appreciate my talents and work, however amateur? 7. Has this person shown me that I can trust them? 8. Would I consider them a good person? 9. Are they appreciative? 10. Are they loving/caring? 11. Do they respect me? 12. Do they apologize whenever they are wrong? 13. Do they want what’s best for them, or what’s best for us? 14. Do they understand me, or have a desire to? 15. Do they want to hear me speak, and do they listen when I do? 16. Do they make plans to see me and stick to them? 17. Do we share similar values? 18. Have they hinted that they are not interested in a relationship? 19. Have I been honest with what I’m looking for in a partner? 20. Am I just lonely or do I enjoy spending time with them? 21. Do I think they’re physically attractive? Is that the only reason I like them? 22. If I was in trouble, could I call this person and ask for help? 23. Do I think he/she loves me? How have they shown it to me that they do, if they claim to? 24. Has this person physically or verbally abused me, directly or indirectly? 25. Would I trust this person to be around my children? 26. What does this person lack that I said I really wanted in a partner? Would I be okay/happy without it?
Written by Reid [emeraldlotus.ca] + Aderonke [writething.ca]
Lady Justice’s husband is a White supremacist. He grabs her breasts and bites her ears, slaps her buttocks and wipes her tears, tells her he loves her and calms her fears, and in the mornings, she does whatever the hell she’s asked to do.
He wants to be my knight. I have noticed his random displays of might. He gazes at me seductively whenever I’m in sight, but all I can predict is a sorry plight. How can you be the one that I’d keep warm at night if you don’t think everyone should be treated right?
Poverty in the Midst of Plenty (1939) by Gerard Sekoto
A poor man wakes up feeling hungry and useless. A rich man prefers to have his meat boneless. The poor man eats out of the rich man’s bins, homeless. The rich man blames him for it, but the poor man is faultless.
Poor man only wants some food; he’s harmless. He has told rich man many times- it’s countless. He needs rich man’s attention; he’s helpless, but rich man doesn’t care, he’s loveless.
Does wealth make a person heartless? Someone, tell me, ’cause I’m clueless. Does it kill a person’s sense of fairness? Does it make a human being think less?
Her words are deep, and perhaps, far too deep, because they do not come from her heart. She writes and speaks with passion only because her words come from the pitch of her stomach. As these words travel up her torso, they avoid her heart like a plague.
“Yemoja” [Artist Unknown]
Her heart is severely wounded, so she strives to protect her words from blood stains. She chooses not to release the words that live in her heart because they are filled with pain.
She is hurt and she is weak and she is dying slowly, but it’s not for her listeners who need healing to see…