The Sky

Versatile is the Sky
Reflecting my inner desires
Varies in shade and intensity
According if it is noon or midnight

The Night’s passionate indigo
Expects the bright embrace of the pink morning light
Unless the stormy clouds
Start their impetuous fight

Temporarily, that is
Cause we all know that in the end
It will always be
Here, there, everywhere
From any angle of the sphere

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2018

#JustPlantingSeeds

“We accept the Love we think we deserve”

If you are wondering
If it’s not the moon and the stars
If this made you think
If you feel some type of way
You probably deserve more

#JustPlantingSeeds

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2018

#OnFriendzoning

The story of one way extrapolation
The ultimate Trap.

My Ego’s boosted whilst yours bruised

I’ve been down this road before
I know how it feels
It feels just like tachycardia on blush cheeks

Mixed emotions ’bout my Crush & my Feelings,
& Crushed Feelings

Deflected [Lust] interest
My Ego’s bruised whilst his boosted

I refuse to contribute to relationship turning vinegar
Nor entertain a flame lacking flamboyance
I’m not the One

I’ve been down this road before
I know how it feels
It feels just like yet another unanswered text

A “full-on” Soul Ache

Deflected [Love] interest
Your Ego’s bruised whilst mine boosted

I refuse to be in the receive hand of resentment
Nor wondering what “I do wrong”
You’re not the One

Thankfully there – is an easy way out: walking away
Before Lust take over your pride
and your Ego suffers pain hard to recover from.

#OnFriendzoning

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2018

#OnGrowing

Did we grew apart
Or never were aligned?
Were we ever asking the right questions?

Attempting to ascertain causes
For future references.

I can’t afford emotionally taxing relationships no more and won’t subject myself to unnecessary burden

I now value my time, health and soul too much to stretch anymore of it

I regret I dragged us that long
Pretended I was ok
Pretending we were ok
But in some twisted ways
I thought we’d come around.

Wait.
Who am I fooling?
I stuck around cause it was easier than to face the collateral damages

Wasted our time out of fear
But can no longer hold onto
this noxious bond.
With myself or with you.

#OnGrowing

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2018

#ImHere

I used to be fearless
But somehow, somewhere
Things changed

It took a while to heal
It took a while but still-
#ImHere

Praise the little redheaded girl who pushed me – and I pushed her back: harder, to the floor – all because she was challenging my intellect. I knew how to spell “Oignon”! and even when her daddy grabbed and shook me after class, I kept it together – and to myself.

It took a while to heal
It took a while but still-
#ImHere

Praise the mean girls of all ages who called me name and ugly; They made me believe the only place i belonged was hidden behind soft cover books. They tried to bury me so deep i almost suffocated. If only they knew how much they contributed to my enlightenment – who knows what would have happened had I had known all along I was that precious?

It took a while to heal
It took a while but still-
#ImHere

Praise my mother for never saying “those words” – I may not have had the desire to create magic if not to fill the void she leaves.

It takes a while to heal
It takes a while but still-
#ImHere

Praise the disruptive souls, the fuckboys, the insecure bosses and fake friends for triggering my creativity into its greatness.

It took a while to heal
It took a while but still-
#ImHere

Praise the diaspora for its vibrant rainbows and its soft tongues, for its bold and warm textures, for its woody spicy scents; we’ll keep dancing – barefoot- on your syncopated rhythms so to loosens our spirits – That same spirit, they attempted to kill

It took a while to heal
It took a while but still-
#WeareHere

Praise those strong legs I used to hate: they may not fit your beauty standards but allowed me to yoga on deserted Goa beaches, explore the busy streets of Shanghai, peruse Marseille by night and stroll down Prospect Park; and when at last, I dared to showcase, the sweet sound of my thighs kindled some fervent surprise

It took a while to heal
It took a while but still-
#ImHere

Praise my sister-friends – my ionic bonding tribe – my A team – for believing even though i hesitate, for encouraging even when I am about to vacate, for noticing even when I’m passing into oblivion. Appreciative – such a weak term to qualify my overwhelmingly supportive network

It took a while to heal
It took a while but still-
#ImHere

& I’m Here making magic
& Here overcoming fears
Full circling

#ImHere

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2017

#TheOnlineShoppingCase

20140619-165609-60969737.jpgI my name is Daphné and I’m addicted to internet browsing: I can honestly say that I’m wasting countless hours looking for new clothes, shoes, accessories, make up, books, cute animal videos, TED talks, and everything else under the sun. Instead of doing what I ought to do, I often feed my addiction by consulting my daily Ebay’s recommandations… And I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who feels like my time should be used more productively.

I strongly believe women shouldn’t be judge so much on appearances. Yet aren’t we socialized to do so? Is it a way of controlling and keeping us *women* busy, away from our greater purpose? Is it robbing us from our potential, our power? These are recurrent questions that pass through my mind…

When the internet is down or I lay on my bed and wait for Morpheus to knock on the door, wondering why, such an unexplainable excitement flows through my veins as I think of a bodycon midi dress that has just been shipped… or when I open the gate and a package is patiently waiting for me: is this really real?

Sounds familiar? Well, well, well… All I can say is to not be too harsh on ourselves as we seek strategies to pull away, and get back on track to greatness.

Disclaimer: my ideas and opinions are subjected to change as I go through this beautiful thing we call life. You can help me shape my ideas by commenting and sharing your own perspective, as long as it is done in a respectful manner. I am looking forward to hearing from you!

©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2014