✨heal and step ✨

img_20190306_150637_5-1Healing and more
We all have different scars and by scars I mean something that is a pain away.
We have a lot to heal from.It can be from a stressful work place, lack of income , family , partners,let’s say emotional ,mental and physical.
We have different types of healing and how we approach healing.
Some of us hurt ourselves mostly when it comes to relationships. When we often do things for our partners and they lack the art of appreciation or even noticing. We also hurt ourselves by not loving who we are. Or wanting people to first say sorry.Don’tbreak your heart . Never have expectations. They hurt and burn the most. People are busy working with your insecurities . People are bust with life. Yes , people will not talk to you when they don’t need you. Yes, people will fire you ,yes people will die. Yes, people will dump you. Yes , people will play you. Yes, people will use you. The point remains that people will remain to be human. With different personalities. We learn how to live with everyone. 

This is how I view healing.
1.😌 ACKNOWLEDGE
It is important to know that there is something one needs to take care off. Knowing what hurts helps in finding the best cure. This makes it easy for one to know what to do and what not to do.
2.😁ACCEPTANCE
One should be able to accept what has already happened. To accept is a step ahead. With this people have started the healing process.
Accepting that you got sacked , accept that you got dumped , accepting you are sick , accepting you are wrong
Well accepting what you cannot change
3😃Going through the memories
We have history that has been writing for someone to get a scar. We all have to go through the sad and Happy moments . Recognise each and every sad and Happy thing. If you are able to do this with no difficulty then thumbs up you are healing.
4.🙂Start the journey
This is through taking the scar as your own. Accepting that this is your cross . Knowing the outcome of various decisions that you will have made after healing
5.😅Stay strong.
Have hope that after all this you will have cured a scar. A scar that wasn’t to be there for long.
Keep the right circle of people.
6.😃No going back
No matter how hard it seems or how tired you feel there is no going back or giving up
7.😊Do not try to explain .
Most people try to explain or cover up things. What happened happened and no matter what name you painy it ,it won’t change.
8.☺Process
It’s a process ,so accept the process.
🥀🌸🌺
Sometimes it’s us who cause pain to ourselves. When never know when to say stop or not to allow people to hurt us.
Other times we choose to ignore the fact that people aren’t what we thought of. Maybe your work place was not your home. Maybe who you loved was to be your lesson.
Maybe just maybe
🥰love yourself ,train you to be for you✊🏼
Society is out here working hard to destroy or build you✊🏼
You never know
❤Own your healing process
Mutcy ✨

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THE BODY IS HIS ART

At my age it got hard for me to speak out . I used to be the little girl at the corner with a husky voice
That didn’t make me shake though I ended up enjoying that. Most boys at that time had soft voices and I was the only one in our class with a shaky voice. Each time I’d speak people would be shocked
Then I got to class six where children learn about adolescence. Here most of the boys had broken their voices and I had gotten company.
Then people started body shaming others . Those with broad chests didn’t want to play with the other “small boys”. Girls with breasts got insecurities because people had a myth that the bigger the chest the more the hands that passed there. Them with the bigger butts didn’t go unnoticed too.
Those with acne and pimples got a lot of shade. This made them weak.
At a tender age most of the children around experience isolation, rejection and all sorts of mental torture. Some are from not well up families who try to attend school to change their social status ,some are looking for a safe haven from broken families , some are looking for a meal and others run to school to find a peaceful home.
After going through the primary school education. People now find a new and explorative area that’s the high school. This is when Tom Dick and Harry will learn about themselves. Most of the people around this age notice a lot of changes going on they can have negative or positive results. We teach teens of do’s and don’t but forget that there is a spot for their mental space. People easily fall into depression without noticing. When they withdraw themselves and Isolation starts. Then they get a thumbs up for being anti-social. Teens don’t know who to turn to. They run to vices and hide away in things that can harm them. The few who notice keep it to themselves , rarely do they want to get help. Others find help. It’s also believed that mental health is a white mans land
At this age they are almost fully developed. Ladies will not want short men because they say short men are not safe or they look like their sons . Most men want a light skinned lady in the belief that she is more beautiful ,this inturn causes the melanin or dark skins to bleach or feel bad. Some of the women who have been rejected fall into depression and end up committing suicide when they can’t take it anymore.
Other ladies have no or small breasts . Here the men rarely want to associate with them because they say that they have male attributes. The ones with large butts can either easily pass before men or it’s a struggle. Lets not forget about the men. There are men with soft voices ” soprano:s they get some shade and women don’t easily accept them as partners.The female counterparts rarely get approved because a man would say *siezi oa msichana anaongea kwa sauti nzito kuniliko*meaning (I can’t marry a woman with a tougher voice than I have
There is a lot that comes with body shaming.
Our bodies are the perfection of art by God ,when we shame them it’s ignorance and disrespect.
Be loving and mind your mouth and limit what comes out of it.
Don’t be arrogant and be the reason one would question God or soak their pillow with tears.
There is more to find out about a person than the physical aspects how about : ones highs and lows one’s likes and dislikes ones past and future ,ones goals ,ones dream’s,ones favorite drink and all that . I mean there is a lot .
Everyone is worth being who they are
We as humans should learn to appreciate ourselves and others
Take care of your mental health because most of the times our neighbours might be too busy.Dont harm anyone’s mind ♥️
Mutcy✨

Thank you note♥️

We live not telling people of their importance. We have those people who prefer to be behind the scenes. Those that are our prayer warriors. That is where most of us put our parents. We prefer not to recognise what our parents or guardians go through. They too have mountains to walk . No matter what happens they will still have your back . We never say thank you. Then we have those friends that share our joy and sorrows . The only thing that ties us together is a bond. Some awkward situation , precious happenings or its just flaws. It’s very rare for people to be thankful when they are supposed to .  Some might use others in disguise . This is where we meet different types of people.
There those :
~Who will do what is right and walk away  having in mind that a good deed is a good deed expecting nothing in return.
~🍬Who will do service because they expect something in return
~🍬Who will do anything because of the relationship
~🍬Who will do anything because it’s their love for action

It’s not often easy for us to appreciate the impact of different people . At times we find it normal not to say we are grateful. We even forget those who care but a simple appreciation might make someones tear to be a smile.
Some of those people:
~✨Are going through tougher times
~✨some just need assurance to move on
~✨others do it because they want to touch a heart
This makes people realise the history.
But ¶🎉🎉
Christ says “♥️without love then deeds are useless♥️”
So in saying this magic words
{Thank you}
It helps us avoid late goodbyes,or even makes us avoid regret on never telling people there worth.
1.Some people might get lost along the way.This makes it hard for communication.😪
2.Some might feel unwanted and decide to walk away.😣
3.Some hate ungrateful people.
Well, others Die💔
Take time and tell people of there importance in life
Most importantly be real.
One day we might wake up and realise they are not there anymore
Before we start to regret they are not alive 😫
Before we start to regret they have moved on.☺️
Before we realize they are hurt beyond repair.💔
Before we know they stopped caring😪.

Smile note😍

Dear you♥️

BLACK MY LOVE

My love for darkness grows as I also grow older. Finding dark stuff captivating and the light too much.I used to fear the night, now all I crave for is it’s darkness.The sound of gunshots on the TV screen used to scare me, now am captivated by live bullets .The thought of going to high places made me feel high. I had a thing ,a height phobia that now turned into love.When i see so many stairs in a building i smile. I one day said to one that it was a perfect place for murder but i was not thinking of suicide or something I just felt like it. I used to fear all men in black. Now I wear black and relate so well wondering where was I all this time my black love my crush? I used to laugh so much but my smile is limited.I never used to love talking with my eyes but now i think its my best way to get my point across. I think the society also pours some water to this growth too. It also loves black but I find our ways different. We have changed our lives to media lives. We get married though a status then we bond over a chat then expose our feelings in the status. Our behavior sounds too bad but in our eyes it looks good. We are never bothered when friend never visits but we are bothered with the same friend blue and grey ticks. This means our mindset has darkened lost priority. Black is what is termed as dark but our lives are dim. We even cant light them using a candle. I don’t know what type of light each person needs so I’ll go back to my love , black. Something that expresses so much in just one word. I still want to find the truth. Why I was afraid of the dark and now I feel at home when the night draws close. When all lights are put off. This is my comfort zone. The society around me too. Where most people are able to think and act. The problem is what we love the dark for. Anyway this has become my definition. Something am growing in love with and my daily bread. With the help of people around me I get to grow too. When they adorn in black they make me smile but we speak of two different types and never will I want to agree on their side . Am not crossing lanes
*Black*

Sought Justice

I was twelve when I first saw her
A woman I thought was my second mum
I had so much trust in her
If only I knew
She was jack of all trades
The preachers wife who always had an inviting face
Taking note of me being motherless
She wanted me to taste motherly love
So for lunch she invited me
This was how my flower was plucked into bleeding
Innocent as i was
I ran happily
That same day
The black of all days
I knew only of two numbers
One I was defiled and two shots happened
That exactly explains that I was twelve
I never knew who to turn to
This is supposed to be my suicidal letter but
I am now healing
Getting to understand more of what went down
Other than my self esteem going down
Women ask why would a man be brutal
If the same question was posed to me
More answers could be given
I changed
This made me feel that I had character
A bafoon a racoon a decendant of baboon a goon to die so soon
That’s how I felt
Then the society wanted me to hide my tears
Men don’t cry they said
But what should I do
I couldn’t hold it I wore a skirt and ran to cry
I made sure to cry once and never let that same reason
Force me to skirt
This painful feeling
I had heard of no healing
Boy child girl child
Wouldn’t this word stop making a difference
To some extend that
For one to cry you need to be a girl
A boy child must stay strong
Being a crybaby is no mans bother
You should maintain the hurt
The thought of kale kasichana kasupuu kasupuu sana kasupu kama msupa kwa supa reminds me of Samantha again that’s the name of preacher’s wife
Am not mad at her but still forgiveness doest just happen
When i do forgive her I’ll also forget the society
This wound that she created in me
In that black of all days
The eighth day of my week
That made me weak
This road to healing is teaching me so much
Just one step to teen
Then I saw all sides of her coin
I didn’t dare flip
I was shocked
Am still walking on that change of a road
But I think am over grown
Seen much more
Tears now don’t flow
The heart that I had
Still flows even when broken
I no longer express what I feel
Am so hard a book to judge from the cover
Mrs preacher just so you know
I have reported your case
Seems your known
Saw her singing
Na mwogopa mungu pekee
Mwanadamu kija kuntafash naomba mungu ntetee
Is that what you call being high
I mean she was in spirit but preaching the water
I wish that this case goes my way
Am ready to tell you
That I got hurt
Tell people that its okay to cry
Then finally get my justice
But it will forever remain coded to my mind
That you deflowered me

@mutcy_black_poet