Dear Patriarchy

Dear patriarchy,

What’s your deal really?

Because when I woke

I wondered


Why exert so much power

Over my body

My soul

And my vagina

My feisty, hot head of rebellion!


Dear Patriarchy

is it possible

That you are a tad bit fearful,

of me

Because I do see through you.

Islam's partriachy vs the fierce female.

So you feed me lies

But in my mind, I always questioned

And you told me I was less

But in my gut I always doubted

So you had me in chains

But my body constantly rejected


So you told me more lies

More narratives,

More religion

More society


And dear Patriarchy, your deception I kind of accepted

At least for some time whilst

It lasted.

But…. my soul always searched


And finally, I woke

And I questioned all that you stand for

And the many ways you use

“supposed to be” as a means

To keep me chained,

not to wake

I looked at your narrative of religions

And your masculine God!

I questioned your consumerism

And corporate ladder bullshit

I questioned your inequality of emotion

In a relation


Dear patriarchy,

News flash, I AM emotion

you can’t shut me down

But I give you this much,

for a long time, I actually believed you


Dear patriarchy

I am not done yet

In fact, I am just getting started


Dear patriarchy

If I, a female makes you wonder

If you should feed me more lies

If I, a woman makes you shudder

At the thought of my rise

If I, a lady gives you a tremor

With fear of my power


Then surely patriarchy

You should not be surprised

That I transcend

Beyond the limits of your deception



Because I finally believe

That you are indeed threatened

By my feminine wisdom

You are exposed

To my unending love for mother nature

You are unprotected

From my fluidness to make a form

From any form

That is why you use every narrative possible

To make me question my reality


But Dear patriarchy

This is my fuck you to you

Because I am awake and I am not

ever going back to Sleep!.

You are welcome.


For the empath and HSP

The spectrum is so wide

And the gap between the divide

Each oblivious to the other’s desolation


Shit the worlds collide

I can’t be assed to decide

If this is just an elucidation


Or if I am sitting on my behind

Waiting for some divine

To call me to attention


Instead, I decide to shut out the world

Its noise is blaring in my head

I pump up the volume of my consolation


In this type of music, I do find

Some comfort to just unwind

For a moment I can forget the ramification


And try not to fix and rewind

You see the past it may remain unresolved

And the future is one tied in constellations


Too much I may have tried

To swim against the so-called tide

I ended up in tears & hallucination


Emotions from the immediate outside

And the horrors happening far and wide

The classic Empath’s curse and consecration


Lucky are those who can shut it down

For they have learned how to use their ability

To protect themselves from the harm of negativity

For those of us who struggle with this burden of empathy

Shutting the world out now and then

Is a ruthless necessity.

I am…….Whatever!


Reading at Rough Night Arts Lab 2.0 @Dokhuis Gallery Amsterdam

I am a sensitive soul

The world pricks me with its bullshit

Of unending apologies for biases so outright


I am a genuine Being

The world brands me as the misfit

In synchronizing orchestras of rows of black and white


I am an invisible soluble spirit

The world floats me as its flying carpet

On its landing nose dive towards concrete


I am a sex goddess

The world fucks me to my limit

In a condescending manner replicated from 4th-century brothels


I am a massive soul magnifier

The world puts a spotlight,

On my thinking process for that tiny inconsistency


I am a world wonderer

The world tags me as an immigrant

From trending calamities so fucking overrated


I am a social justice warrior

The world hates me with a fucking bang!

For speaking the truth that is so hard to contemplate


I am a ruthless truth seeker

The world already knows I am a threat

Threatening because I dare you to question

All that was fed to you


I am just a fucking poet

The world gives me a platform

To safely recite and not to speak

Because speaking would be

Cracking open the Pandora’s box


Man, I am just messing around

Or maybe I am doing something else

Maybe you have felt these words

Maybe we are doing something right this moment


Maybe I am vibrating with you right now

To a beautiful high frequency up there with the unicorns

Maybe we are flying high above the noise

Maybe they notice

And dammit, FUCK!

The world cuts the frequency of our safe communication!


You know why?

Because this fucking world hates souls.

Fuck this is hard! My notebook was easier to handle.

coffee notebook pen writing
Photo by Negative Space on

So you are here! I am sure Google did not bring you here! I am sure it was some random cosmic magic and sheer luck that you landed here. Welcome to my new blog or whatever they call them these days. I know nothing about making you stay except to ask you to. Please stay.

You are staying? Oh wow…..why? Okay, now that you are so stubborn not to leave, this is nothing special but me moving the scribblings over from my tattered notebooks to the world wide web! I have too many poems written in random places and I am beginning to lose track of which one was written where. Some are probably shit or maybe they are somewhat okay. All I know is no publisher wants to touch them. So maybe you will find them interesting or maybe you will also find them just another piece of crap. I am hoping for the former.

Ramblings. Ramblings. Ramblings. By the way, did I mention, the knots in my belly right now as I type away on the keyboard? Oh yeah, you probably figured that out by yourself already.

Do you promise to come back? I mean you don’t have to, but you could. I would like that very much. Hopefully, I can find the damn notebook by then! Oh, and the snow leopard image is because I like to pretend sometimes that, this awesome animal is my spirit guide. Most times it just ignores me and shakes its head in disbelief.

“I dont know where I am going, but I am on my way…..”  ~ Carl Sagan.