Poetry

I arise through pen and paper relations

Addicted to word-play, that is my reputation

Textual nakedness doesn't near such perfection

This is the beauty of 'floetic' expression

The epitome of creative emancipation

Poetry
My poetry
Inspires me...
Engraving that which once moved me
Strengthens me…
Closure to that which has hurt me
Releases me...
Articulation of all that’s within me
Poetry
My poetry
Slam!

Sarah Kenyi © 2011

A moment to myself

Can I please have a moment to myself

Don't get it twisted, this is not out of selfish intent
And I'd rather be with you, than on my own instead
But when it's over, (because all things come to an end)
I don't want liability for the extra baggage attained
'Cause we engaged in an affinity made only for holy matrimony
I don't want to be left without an identity to initiate the recovery
Or any knowledge of how to affiliate with individuality
My spirituality is not yet one with my personality
And Agape wouldn't work amid such boundaries.
So can I please have a moment to myself
To comprehend my pius self

To truly love myself

So that I can summon a love for you in reflex
I don't mean to take you or anyone else for granted
I just need to take advantage of the seeds God's planted
Then in adherence to the greatest commandment
When it is time to awaken love's enchantment
I will love you, the way that He loves me: unconditionally
But first, I must fulfill a necessity
So I ask that you give this entity
A moment to myself

Sarah Kenyi © 2010

Song of Solomon 8:4 Promise me, O women of Jerusalem, not to awaken love until the time is right.

You're a queen

You’re a queen
No pretense, no lies
There’s no need to Facebook your behind
You’re not an object or a franchise
And it’s alright girl, order them fries!
But while you’re at it…
Revolutionize your pride
Make educate and eradicate the lies
Your morals ain't for compromise
And you are more than just hips and thighs
You’re a queen,
No pretense, no lies
So act right
And attract a king.

Sarah Kenyi © 2010

Renew your mind

Miss. Lauryn Hill once said we must destroy to rebuild
 I guess that’s why our shoes still fit
 And we can't quit
 Insisting on distilling the Father's teaching
 Blaspheming when J-Hove comes on TV
 We 'free our minds' then fail to galvanize
Rather compromise, than revolutionize
The same shoe size, when will we rise?
Still...

Still we seat at hypocrisy’s feet
Still speaking victory yet feating defeat
Still allowing Satan’s poisons to further seep into our pores
While leaking and reaping seeds sown of afflicted minds
Minds stuck in conformity, stuck in these times
Still stuck in the walls of the devil’s molds and chimes
While crying to our own captive minds to help free us from these lies?
Why can’t we look to He who laid His life on the line?
Our crevices will only reap unhappiness and strife

Until we renew our minds

It is from the ground that we were formed
And it is to the ground that we must return
Because it is from this ground, that we will rise
And become the people, He had in mind
Renew your mind

Sarah Kenyi © 2010

Let me bathe in your spiritual nakedness

Let me bathe in your spiritual nakedness
Immerse me in your bareness
Export me to places exclusive of fakeness
And stress...
Undress...
(Don’t flex, this poem is not about sex)
For it is the nakedness of your spirit that I want to intertwine
Don’t build any walls in order to hide
But in utmost pride
Provide an insight to your darkness and light
Incite a dawning of substantial profundities
Like the unearthing of the sun subsequent of the night
I want to delight in your divinities
I want to take flight without the joining of our entities
For your body may fascinate me
But your spirit and your soul are what will captivate me
So captivate me with your bareness
And let me bathe in your spiritual nakedness

Sarah Kenyi © 2010

Pursuit of redemption.

She is pursuing the generation of redemption

Like the wings of a windmill in circulation

Like the tax collector’s emancipation

She is deviating from the broad road to destruction

As she battles to put away the things of her youth

No longer indulging in the blaze of that kush

Or dancing like the girls in the Moulin Rouge.

She is scheming her return to innocence

At many costs she will endeavour a difference

Concouring the forbidden fruit in a sense

Assuming the scent of Christ’s very essence

And arriving on the scene of Heaven’s fences

Sarah Kenyi © 2010

2 Corinthians 5:17 Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come. 

A woman in all her 'phenominal-ness'

My father said education was not for me

As I pleaded with him to let me learn how to read

“It is the boys that are the bread-winners of tomorrow!

And you as a girl must proceeded to follow

The custom of eleven year old bride

A forty year old's pride: his seniority will guide, and provide."

Guide and provide?! GUIDE AND PROVIDE?!

He beat me until I succumbed to his stride

Abused me with words designed to dismantle my pride

The only thing he willingly supplied

Was sex (and of course the occasional mistress)

A life of pain and unhappiness

But there was no time to cradle my own distress

For I was too busy ensuring my children were fed and dressed

Tending to an HIV positive husband despite his ungratefulness

Earning a BA, MA and PhD in spite of the stress

Ovulating opportunity despite my being oppressed
AND YES!
I was too busy being a woman is ALL her 'phenominal-ness'

Sarah Kenyi © 2010

This poem is dedicated to all PHENOMENAL women who have overcome painful trials in grace and integrity. The poem was inspired by Tererai Trent in an episode of Oprah, her story was very moving. Watch her story here. 

Set a sista free

I am not perfect.

I was never one to tolerate harsh words,

Or pay heed to blunt opinions

Nah...I am one to go completely ape...

...Load a gun

...And shoot that messenger!

 But at times, it’s in harsh words and blunt opinions

That the truth can no longer be concealed,

And the eminence of a true friend rightfully revealed.

 Jesus said “...you shall know the truth...

...And the truth shall set you free...”

(...Even though you look like a monkey)

So please!
Set a sista free

And let me shoot you!

Sarah Kenyi © 2010

She is beautiful still

Like the liquor that flows into many a cup
So are the words from the tip of your tongue
Too carefree, too ignorant to their impact

A perception fueling hatred of another’s reflection

A transparent inception of the medias conception

Whilst you diss her complexion saying it's a shade too dim

You only expose your own lack of self esteem

And now she can no longer see the sparkle on her skin

Or even that so obviously gorgeous grin

Yet in spite of the words you feel the need to instill

To brew a feeling less dire within

She is beautiful still

Sarah Kenyi © 2010

Chronicle of a generational curse

They have preserved their family's pathology 

Painting their lives with tainted brushes 

Then birthing children who believe these lies

Like slaves bound by mental chains 

Chains that they might never break free from
And pass on to the seed of their seed

A chronicle of a generational curse

Sarah Kenyi © 2009

Song of a woman scorned

Please let me lay here in the comfort of my cocoon
My cocoon is safe and draped in great caution
It guards my heart while I nurse it's wounds
Wounds caused by those who claimed they loved me the most

Oh why won’t you let me stay here in the comfort of my cocoon?
I have always been ugly and unworthy... I have come to accept that
My only merit is the shine of the silk on the face my cocoon
It flickers caution... keep off my turf!

Please don’t force me out of the comfort of my cocoon
You only further ignite my fear
It’s petrifying to imagine the span, let alone colours of my wings
What if they are not beautiful enough?

No! I refuse to come out!
To take that risk and trust again?
To take that leap of love again?
No! Go! Go far away so I may resume stance... in the comfort of my cocoon!

Sarah Kenyi © 2009

The forbidden fruit

The lust of her flesh was her Achilles' heel

(But somehow she managed to take that comprehension casually)

That’s why she never failed to return to him

That’s why she shattered He who to her remained true

And that’s why the event of her demise came soon

Nevertheless it was when she was with him

That she experienced sensations 

No one else could induce

His touch upon her pleading anatomy

Remained her only excuse

…Ecstasy!

They say it is the forbidden nature of the fruit

That renders it's temptations irresistible

Her only wish is that her mother Eve had taught her more

More about the hiss of the consequences 

Than the kiss of the forbidden fruit 

Sarah Kenyi © 2009