A confession

Published July 4, 2012 by sweetashoney

Hello Everyone.
My name is Sweetashoney and I am a shopahlic.
I need your help.
My addiction is Beauty products.
I need your help.
I need your support.
Is there any help out there?
What about you? Yes you? The one with the pretty eyes?

Do you accept the challenge?

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A Phenomenal Woman : Maya Angelou

Published July 1, 2012 by sweetashoney

Today I would like to share with you a poem that is not written by me.

Maya Angelou is one of my favourite writers.  Her use of expression and choice of words amaze me.  I hope you like itas much as I do.

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s sizeBut when I start to tell them,They think I’m telling lies.I say,It’s in the reach of my arms.  The span of my hips,The stride of my step,The curl of my lips.I’m a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That’s me.

 

I walk into a roomJust as cool as you please,And to a man,The fellows stand orFall down on their knees.Then they swarm around me,A hive of honey bees.I say,It’s the fire in my eyes,And the flash of my teeth,The swing in my waist,And the joy in my feet.I’m a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That’s me.

 

Men themselves have wonderedWhat they see in me.They try so muchBut they can’t touchMy inner mystery.When I try to show themThey say they still can’t see.I say,It’s in the arch of my back,The sun of my smile,The ride of my breasts,The grace of my style.I’m a woman

 

Phenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That’s me.

 

Now you understandJust why my head’s not bowed.I don’t shout or jump aboutOr have to talk real loud.When you see me passingIt ought to make you proud.I say,It’s in the click of my heels,The bend of my hair,the palm of my hand,The need of my care,’Cause I’m a womanPhenomenally.Phenomenal woman,That’s me.

on Fertility or rather Infertility

Published June 29, 2012 by sweetashoney

This is a beautiful excerpt from a blog on infertility.

somehow  it sums up the emotions of someone who is struggling with infertility very very appropriately.

A letter to my fertile friends from the blog by

MMCC-

IF ONLY…

Just another WordPress.com weblog

 

Hope I don’t sound bitter but here is a letter I will probably never send….

Dear fertile friends,

 

Do you believe cancer exists? Do you believe HIV to be a real health issue? Pneumonia? Cholestrol? Appendicitis? If you were facing any of these issues do you believe that they would disappear if you ignored them and simply tried to relax?

No? Obviously not- they are a function of your body “misfiring” biologically and only good medical treatment can assist, right?

So what is it about blocked fallopian tubes, fibroids, poor egg quality or sperm motility that makes you think that infertility is any different?

I am not infertile because I want a baby too much. I am not infertile because I can’t switch off and I just need to relax . I am probably not better off for not having a child. The reason that a blessing of a child has not been bestowed upon me is not that I would be a bad parent- if children were born only into perfect families to perfect parents babies would not be abandoned in bins or sold off to prostitution.

I know you mean well, but your endeavours to sympathise or help sometime do more harm than good, so forgive me for writing so candidly but I though you should know what helps and what doesn’t…..

I am sensitive. Think before you speak.

Your child is not my child. Sending me pictures of every insignificant moment in your child’s life does not fill a void in me and forgive me but I do not find them as cute or interesting as you do. I only see reminders of the emptiness in my life that I am trying to ignore. I know your child is your life but it doesn’t have to be the sole topic of conversation everytime we meet.

Tell me that you are there to listen when I need you, but don’t force me to talk when I don’t want to.

You will never understand what I have been through. Don’t offer advice- I am already seeing an expert. Just show you care by being sensitive and a source of positive energy in my life.

I don’t do baby showers. Deal with it. This also goes for 1 and 2 year old birthday parties. This does not mean that I am not happy for you, it just means that it hurts me. Simple as that.

I am sometimes on hormonal medication that may turn me into a hermit, bitch from hell or emotional mess. I am truly sorry about this and thank you for bearing with me.

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Don’t make jokes about my situation, don’t tell me how expensive/ badly behaved your children are. I know how much you love them. It just makes me feel like you are pitying me.

Don’t pity me- I have proven how strong I am. Be strong with me.

Visit me in hospital. Wish me the best. Say that you’ll pray for me. That’s all you need to do…..

January 5, 2012 Posted by mmccif |

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Another Poem : The Journey

Published June 28, 2012 by sweetashoney

I feel His warmth envelop me,

Streams of pearly, white gold,

Holding me,

Gleaming.

My dreams fulfilled,

My heart glows.

My soul complete,

Its radiance flows.

I feel safe.

The embrace engulfs me

Elevates me

Above the rest,

My soul retires.

I peer down,

memerised.

I have overcome.

With His help,I have arrived.

Empty

Published June 27, 2012 by sweetashoney

Theres an emptiness inside

that won’t go away

It’s cold and sore.

It hurts now,

even more.

I have tasted many tears.

Saltier and saltier.

Where does it come from?

Why?

I wish someone would hear me

and take the emptiness all away,

Alas!

My words are all in vain,

as the emptiness will be back again and again.

Hope is all I have.

No means of escape

except for this writing.

Each night I pray

for no hurt,

no pain,

No anger,

no bitterness

or jealousy,

But just pleasant dreams to see.

How long they will last,

I don’t know.

Is that how its all supposed to go?

Salt, tears, hurt, dreams

and Smiles,

for as long as we breathe.

More Poetry

Published June 26, 2012 by sweetashoney

Flicker

a tiny flicker illuminates

bewilderment

as the mist slowly dissipates

Joy

a rosy blush

a soul becomes whole

like its meant to

Destiny smiles

Dreams

Published June 25, 2012 by sweetashoney

Back when I was feeling inspired I used to often sit down and write verses of poetry.  Lately though I just feel as If I am going on with life just to get through it.  I suppose we all have our up and down days.

Here I have decided to post a poem I wrote.

Dreams

I dream dreams of you

Magical, mystical dreams.

Dreams so secret,

so beautiful.

We would do silly things,

wonderful things.

They were special things to Me and You.

I long to see your face,

I long to hear you whisper my name.

I want to touch your face,

Stare into those eyes.

Drown in your kisses.

If I were brave enough,

I wonder if these dreams would come true

.But now I see you walk away.