I Still...

Everything happens for a reason
and if it didn't teach you
you missed the lesson

Like caterpillars we are
some will crawl
some will fly
rainbow far

I am floating
I am Love
as below
so above

Riding the waves
of life's vibrations
giving wholehaertedly in
falling in and out of connections

Falling down
standing up again
Adjusting my crown
honouring myself
honouring my men

I gave a lot
took a bit more
but my soul
was always yours

An experience shared
beating of hearts fared
on the ticks of time
you gave me yours
I gave you mine

Warmed by your warmth
my fury hushed
by your calmth

You've done wrong
I did too
You Are Beautiful
I still love
I still pray for you

💖

MotherHustler

Seasons

Every season of one's life
has its own soundtrack
it comes with a peculiar scent
it's our own
and after we forget the struggle
we don't put it out for rent
it makes up our today
we only remember the good
the bad we wipe away
under the mat we step on
the witness of our soles
prints of where we came from
the patchwork of our souls

MotherHustler

Delirium

I can finally see how

I’ve always put myself down

Always settled for something less

Weak was the flesh...

That’s in the past

Now I long

For someone

To call me beautiful

Again

A lover

A best friend

Listening to Division

Dreaming of a collision

Of bodies

Hearts writing stories

together

Wandering souls

who harbour homes

for each other

No longer to wonder

No longer to hunger

for crumbs

but carelessly bathing

in love and understanding

in peace and in unity

from ego we’d be set free

my lover and me

we would rise above society’s

limited thinking

loyal to drinking

the potion of truth

nothing to exclude

from the contract unspoken

no promises would be broken

as we would not claim

each other’s aim

in life

Equally we would stand
Honouring the unique prints
Of each other's hands

I would cherish

The past would perish

Now I'm smiling

awaiting your arrival...

Sofie 

Still

'All lives matter'
'He probably deserved it'
leaves me with a stutter
you just go on
like the dear ain't getting murdered
grocery shopping, drinking coffee
careless, like no tears are falling from a mother
who just lost a son and a brother
to a society wholly rotten

a mother who's ancestors lived in beautiful tribes
solely sold because of the colour of their hides
shipped to an unkown country
welcomed by a life unworthy
labouring every day
used and abused without any pay
their broken backs built the American Dream
pockets filled but humanity nowhere to be seen
labeled inferior by those who cower
who's cruelties needed cover
gorgeous people diabolised against there will
that alters your being, gets under your skin
and even today now
with all the books and films and documentation
cowardness is making victims still

Tell me my sweet baby
when did you pass the mirror
saw yourself, gasped in terror
touched the cold of the glass
didn't recognize yourself
which day and hour did you loose your innocence
brutally taken by a world that doesn't make sense
when exactly could you no longer see
the divine beauty that resides inside of you
but started to trust the lies of society...
So if you're standing at the door
Please do come in
Cuz' ignorance isn't welcomed anymore
We all bleed red despite the colour of our skin.








MotherHustler