80 percent of yours?

Is it so hard to understand

That she is no less?

People are like tables:

Take away the legs,

And it is just

A piece of wood

Take away gender,

And you are just human

Is that so hard

To comprehend?

She wants the same chances,

To be as free as a bird-

But working with you,

She does not get what she wants

There is a door

That opens for you,

And gives opportunities

But only for you

And so she stands outside the door

Waiting for it to open

But it never does; in fact,

It was never there

For her.

It is what drives others,

And brings them to their aspirations. 

Motivation: M.O.T.I.V.A.T.I.O.N. 

Ones motive, 

Reason to keep moving forward, 

Inspiration to keep working. 

I am envious of those who produce this feeling.

Not envious in the matter that I cannot be motivated, 

No. I have dreams and goals I want to reach, 

Long and short term achievements I desire. 

My motivation though differs from others, 

I am the embodiment of “Motivated Nothingness” 

My passion begins like a ticking time bomb;

Anxious and ready to promptly explode.

But a fear lingers inside me,

A lion awaiting his prey,

To attack at the right moment.

All my determination becomes rubble under my feet,

Like the aftermath of a tragedy, 

And one is left with the sole feeling of emptiness. 

My motivation kills me,

Drives me to the brink of insanity, 

The nothingness that becomes of me;

That takes over my body like a virus.

The mindset that sets me apart, 

And my head being at constant war, 

Leaving me in the end with 

Nothing, nothing,

Nothing 

Which always left me in the dark

Never imagine you and I

Could go to heaven in the dark.

Even before I was born you were gone

Mother’s eyes flow like a river

Watching you passed by on and on

Thought that you could be by our sides forever. 

I have never known you

Just like two strangers; we have no clue

Put your soul in my shoes

So that you can feel my mini-strength within you.

When was the last time we said goodbye?

Did you ask yourself? Why?

All my life was a life

Till today, I’m asking 

            

          Why.

And all through the trench. 

Not a creature was stirring. 

Not even the French.

The foxholes were dug with great haste and no care

And there wasn’t a plane in the air. 

The GIs were freezing down low in the mud,

While the medics tried to clean up blood.

When out in the woods there arose such a clatter!

And the morning attack soon followed after!

There were tigers, panthers, and pumas all blitzing.

And the infantry were faced with minor confliction 

Do they run or hide would it even matter, 

Would the Germans push and cause the line to splatter!

It was then the men heard a faint voice, “hold fast!” It cried 

Why it was Spiers! their lieutenant who they all thought had died 

“Load weapons and stand fast!, we’ll hold this line!.

“The Jerry’s won’t stand a chance if we succeed this time”.

The men stayed in holes with weapons all ready.

Until a shot rang out from the replacement Benny.

He struck the commander who fell down in his hatch. 

And the GIs cheered as the Germans fell back.

They quickly reformed and stormed at the lines,

The ground was shaking from the engines cries 

And it lined up a shot at a foxhole nearby.

The GIs were finished they knew they were goners

Suddenly the tank exploded thanks to an allied bomber. 

The fog had lifted! The Germans retreat!

And the American lines cheered their defeat!

The battle was over and everyone was safe.

They dug those holes at a faster pace. 

They felt rather lucky that their lines didn’t render

And they were thankful that they had never surrendered

Why do I look so different than her

Why is she your first option

My heart aches for you

Am I not enough?

Why are you so cold with me

Can you not see that I would give you all that I own, you don’t bother

To learn my favorite foods like you do with her

Am I not enough?

We could soar like birds in the sky

But you don’t want to soar or fly, you want to swim 

And I can’t swim.

So why am I not your first option

Am I not enough?

Why can’t you treat me like a child treats cake

I offer you this piece of my heart

I hope you treasure it, because my heart can’t take this ache

So I ask you, why didn’t you want to soar the sky with me

Am I not enough?

My fall has come

Just like a hummingbird it is better to migrate lone 

You have always been the predator trying to bring me down

But I have grown and found my new home

I never need you to fly with me.

I have always been enough 

You were just to blind to see.

I was always enough.

Quiet lions like to roar

A jungle at peace 

All open doors

Don’t you see right over there?

Dance Monkey! forevermore!

Didn’t you say you like to spin?

Ballet you say? 

Not  this again!

Monkeys are for cages

You need the zoo!

Independence to your people?

I cant grant you.

Aren’t you happier here?

With Other animals to watch?

Be happy entertaining

Our laughters your notch.

We didn’t forget you!

You’re hard to ignore!

I’d never forget!

Like the keys to the door.

Breathe in, Breathe out!

Lower your tone!

Bad dogs who’ve been hurt

Aren’t soothed with a bone.

Like a child who has tripped 

Your people have just stumbled!

Don’t blame our foot 

For causing your tumble.

We’re in this together!

We’ll get the justice!

We’ll get the peace!

Just don’t falter!

And always say please!

I promise.
Monkey.

We are never the aggressor.

But monkeys

please.

Dance Forever.