The Rude Poem by Ofentse Mercy Hajane

The Rude
As the evening breeze whispered through the trees,
I stood there, lost in the depths of my contemplation.
Images of the day danced before my mind's eye,
The dark lifting from my eyes as I saw the one I love flashed by.
I could hardly continue reliving the rest of the foolish deed, before she crept back into my mind.

Oh, how wonderful it would be if she felt the same way,
If she bestowed upon me the gift of her company.
It's funny how a familiar name gains a new flavour,
When it belongs to the one you hold dear.

Though I have outgrown the yearnings of my pubescent years,
but tonight,
I find myself drawn back into the humid light of its love.
This rich searing desire,
Threatening to break loose from its vessels.
But my matured mind - which is greatly stressed - impressively fought off the urge.

I wondered if she could be the one to make me whole,
I wondered if she could love me as I am.
The thought was daunting,
Because I have not yet learned to love myself as I am.
What would compel a goddess like her to see past my flaws,
and love me like life itself?
These questions swirl through my mind like a tempest,
Creating chaos and sowing seeds of doubt and shame.
Yet, amidst the storm,
one thing remains steadfast—
Only the emotions that beckons my existence.

O.M Hajane