I Give Myself Permission: An emancipation poem

Ain’t waiting no more for no one

Life is short & sweet & sour

How would I even know if I don’t live

the now is here and no point worrying;

the future is a streak and yet mayn’t be: Hence I give myself permission...

Wouldn’t wait to know it all; Even science can’t keep it up

We all are an individual value

Should I let any one make & keep me sour?

Joy & happiness is just a short distance

no chaos & creeks should blur my vision: Hence I give myself permission...

All I got are my voice & word

Not taking it personal means to keep it out

All mental space I have is taken! With thoughts of a rosy here & now

I wouldn’t assume: I’ll just do my best

still it’s okay every now & then to falter: Hence I give myself permission…

(c) 2017 Marie Abanga