Before I say Goodbye

Same story, different year.

Dear ella,

The room is filled with people
The ones who gossip and back stab
I stand alone in the middle
Of the giant ball room.
Fidgeting and unsure of my appearance
Doubting if i belong here.
Surrounded by cheap colon of men
With hungry eyes of need.
Questioning myself how i got here
Whom i want to impress?
What can be more than my self worth?
Just like that, i am a girl alone
In the year 1967
A different year same story.

Dear hanna,

I get up from my slumber
Leaving the comfort of my mattress.
First thing i do,
Is Pick up my phone.
Swipe through Instagram
Posting fake smile, & liking the same.
Go to work
And back late.
Work more than i have
Wage less than i deserve
Cafe and buses are filled with lovers
Cuddle and kisses,
Make me melancholy to think
Where is my mate?
While sitting alone in the subway seat.
I sign and wonder
A girl, lone wolf
In the year 2009
A different year but same story.

Dear Julie,

With my new Gucci bag in hand
Getting out of my Maserati
Black credit card i have,
Can get what i deemed.
Evening's here, party ahead.
In the mids of crowd still standing alone.
Fake friends and back bitches
The reality of the world now.
What's different
And whats changed?
When in the background we cry alone.
Justice never done
Being powerful still helpless
Have everything still full of sorrow.
A girl with Louboutin heels
Standing alone in her Malibu condo
Wonder if anything makes a difference?
To fill the emptiness?
In the year 2021
A different year, same story continuous ahead ...

Dear Women,

Its never been easy for us
To be acknowledged and heard.
Trapped in the entrapment of society
We lose sight of what we are.
Generation made us feel weak and helpless
To hide the fact that we are strong and deadly.
No need for other approvals
When yourself is a leader
No need to long for love
When yourself is a lover
No need for emptiness inside
Cause yourself can ignite happiness & light.
What we lack is believing in ourselves
Cause society made us think we are less.
In a crowded room you stand alone
Cause your uniqueness cant be defined by those.
Your are meant to be the angel of saviour
A grim reaper of death
And the recipe of disaster for those who cross you.
We are the blessings to creat a life
And can be the curse to end one.
Far too long we had to hide our shine
Underestimate and under appreciate in life.
Its been too long
The same story,
Repeat in different times.
Its time, to break the cycle.
We might cry, break and fall apart
But we will always rise.
To claim the throne
To fight our way
Up
In
The
Sky.

As We Are Descendants Of Angels.
Remember someone once said, "i am women, hear me roar."