23.08.18 RA Flare is gone hurray
Go Girl, ain’t no time to waste
Hence I check out my reaction with care, thank you Mahatma
Dear ex, know it for good
Ain’t got no time to hate
You can blackmail forever
I wouldn’t live on forever
Ain’t wasting time to hate
The buttons you so pushed
When you carelessly rode
My lift up, down and round
Finally did the unthinkable
The lift broke down for real
And yet, life has to go on
Ain’t got no time to hate
Me got my lift rebuilt
Learned to service it good
No more careless riders allowed
Ain’t got no time to hate
You can disown dem all you want
You ain’t God and will never be
Me got so much I gotta do
For myself and a distance too
Do whate’r you wish with you
Pray and work harder is what I do
Ain’t got no time to hate
(C) 2018 Marie Abanga
p.s: Wow, and I mean wow…it’s been a long long while I wrote a poem, this should be the first I am writing for publishing in 2018. I mean I have moved from a searching soul to a serene soul and was getting ready to publish my serene soul collection by December, and although this poem is seemingly serene, the circumstances surrounding its composing were a bit disturbing. In a nut shell, x threatened by sms to disown sons because they refused to go with his ‘erratic plans’ this summer. He seems to have stood by his word and followed up saying he ain’t chipping a dime for their back to school. Well, thanks for the pain and inspiration – am not wasting any energy fighting – got my boys already with me and he ain’t God. So, to all in my shoes or anything similar, don’t give in to hate, that’ll eat you up…bring yourself to grieve and then steam it off…don’t give them the luxury of thinking they got you psychologically and emotionally again – Amen
I got only time for merry
and hardwork
pps: 27/08/18 Update deserved because this is a testimony that love conquers all. The above saga played out in July and it took me 3 weeks to deal and heal and write that poem for closure. I refused to fight back in human ways, my support system was active, and I let it go. And just on this day when this scheduled poem was published, I receive what I cal a “peace truce phone call”. The balance of the kids fees and needs for the year has been paid. I looked up to the Heavens and said a silent prayer of gratitude. Ain’t got no time to hate and bear any grudges indeed. Sometimes the best fighting is done on your knees and with tears…all is well that ends well
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