It's A Nu Dai Community Lounge Poetry Corner

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Versus For The Soul.

UNIFICATION

Poetry By: Soulful Bonding

1/28/2024

Living in a world of no peace

Little love with no endurance

When will the war stop?

Everyone pulling together

And loving each other

With Life there are no boundaries

No satisfaction

But lots of distraction

Dig into ourselves

Looking for completeness

Results, regrets

Thinking of the time

When we’ll cry no more

Will there ever be a time of pure joy

A time with no pain

Or will it always be disdain

Time waits for no one

But still; only time will tell.

SOULFUL BONDING

Windsor, ON

WHO I AM

Poetry By: Soulful Bonding

1/14/2024

I always think about the time

When I’ll be scared no more

The time I’ll be free from my fears

The time when I wouldn’t care

The time that I’ll say

This is who I am

The time I’ll say

I don’t give a damn

The time I’ll say

I don’t need a man

The time when I say

This is who I am

The time when I

Won’t feel so alone

The time when I’ll

Feel welcome at home

The time when I say

This is who I am.

SOULFUL BONDING

Windsor, ON

EXCITEMENT

Poetry By: SCARLETT

2/17/2024

I think about the times we shared

so beautiful and pure with affection

A night of deepness and sensuality

with two bodies bonding into intimacy

The taste of your lips, touch of your hands

sent an exciting, electrifying feeling down my spine

The smoothness of your skin, so beautiful

As first lovers, bit of awkwardness, but magnificent

I fell in love with the act

So much longing and wanting

the moans and groans of satisfying pleasure

At that moment I knew this act I could never live

Without...

SCARLETT

Toronto, On

GIRLS WHO WERE NEVER MEANT TO SURVIVE

Poetry By: PRINCESS WILLIAMS

2/17/2025

We have always been told to kneel.

To men, to God, to the hands that have named us

soft things and sharpened their teeth behind

closed doors.

They built alters from our silence,

carved devotion from our skin,

told us a woman's body is a cathedral--

but only when they are the ones holding the key.

I have seen you you stand in the wreckage of what

they tried to make of you.

Spine unbowed, mouth full of steel,

prayers turned into something with claws.

A woman who does not beg,

who does not break,

who knows that survival is the holiest thing she

has ever done.

We were children when they made us women,

brought and sold in the currency of pretty,

of obedience, of do not make a scene.

They told us fear looks good on us.

Told us pain is a love language.

And yet--

we are still here.

Unruined. Unclaimed, Unholy in the way that keeps

us breathing.

I have never told you this,

but when the world tried to make me small,

you didn't let it.

You held the weight of me like you were born to

carry it.

Like you knew how heavy girlhood is

when the world wants to put it in its mouth and

swallow.

There is no poetry in survival,

only the fact that we have outlived what tried

to kill us.

Only the fact that we are still here,

and that, somehow,

is a miracle in itself.

PRINCESS WILLIAMS

Toronto, On