All posts by Y. S. MAAT

Fashion Entrepreneur | Designer | Body Activist

Give It A Name

Words tumbling around in my head

An underlying persistent sense of dread

A poem is a poem full of expression

Feelings unsaid lead to depression

If I can’t feel poetry I don’t feel life’s force

Ending silence naturally opens up doors

Survival has a way of making me speak

I’ll stand and shout from the highest peak

Change is inevitable just like the seasons

The unknown exists for many reasons

I am the child who was once afraid of death

Maintaining composure with a single breath

Deep inside my horror show of screams

It was dark for what seemed like forever

I was oh so young and not so clever

Now new life has fallen into my hands

My heart has yearned for distant lands

I am awoken to the voice of my own legacy

To pass on what I know with diplomacy

I am a leader in my own right

Unless provoked I need not fight

The world needs human kindness

It’s the only way to fix this madness

Left behind by the atrocities of the past

What the terrors of slavery have left to last

Look at what is happening to our youth

Locked up for simply telling their truth

There isn’t anyone to listen

In a psychotic break or a stay in prison

Judged and labelled with pathology

They need empathy and psychology


Rehabilitation doesn’t happen overnight

Psychosis can give anyone a fright

A kind word helped me to recover

I gave it a name to heal another


Woman Thou Art

Every heart runs in tandem with universal truth;
A little more abstract than any sunset sky,
I forget how long ago I revelled in my youth,
Desire wants to make sure her eyes are open
Life is full of sunlight percolating through
Each breath drawn with such great affection,

My soul shall sing her moonlight serenade;
As the wind blows cold with his sword unstained.
The first star came forth like a golden blade,
And the night has been dark, yet beautiful.
She is always telling me that I am a woman,
This power shall guard me from tension.

Battlefield of My Mind

Today the sun is hidden
Sky dark and silent
Today I will make the most
Of this magical dimness
Today my glass is half full
My body has its own wisdom
Today I must rest
Though it goes on around me
Today I shall strive for success
And know that I am stronger
Today I can be all I can be
I put my mind to my plan
Today I need calm to still my soul
Many demands on my time
Today I want to stay in bed longer
Physically tired and stressed
Today I will honour my body
With some gentle exercise
Today I will breathe deeply
Allowing the world pass me by
Today I refuse to let the egocentrics
Of others mess with my vibe
Today I realise I can only be
Responsible for myself
Today I see it was not my fault
I can’t control their reactions
Today I can’t wave my wand
I need the healing
Today I understand more about
What it means to be free
Today I see no conspiracy
My world is my making
Today I wear my armour
My mind is the battlefield
Today I am ready to fight for
Freedom from mental slavery
Today I choose to minimise
Live love and enjoy life
Today I am much wiser
Is that all you have got?

Patience is Key

In a world of mystery
This beautiful sight
Under ancient wisdom
Shall make sense
Of the shadow
Inside forbidden wars
Making me blind
To a certain fall!

Just like sugar candy
That sweet black cat
Sang little songs
While the devil played
My heart with joy
As the moonlight shone
Truth all over my soul
Crying patience is key!

I Have Been Sleeping

My mother whispered gently in my ear
She said I should wake up and live
She doesn’t want me to mourn forever
Her sweet voice told me to forgive

I carried anger like a swollen cloud
I often wonder if she would be proud
When she was alive she didn’t approve
My behaviour was unladylike and loud

Sometimes something beautiful fades
Into fresh lilies scattered on her grave
The spirit moves in mysterious ways
These days I do what she says

There’s no cause for what will be will be
When you are struck down and out
When you have been sleeping for a decade
One day you will wake up to the truth

 That catapults you into a myriad of dreams
Dancing where great freedom reigns
It has been a decade and my mother is dead
I have been sleeping but it’s high time to awake

That Black Cat

There’s a lot more to life than death
That same old black cat winked
To make her forget how bad it was
Though she feels like enjoying every moment
There’s a little girl pleading for the truth

Silence has become her favorite song
A little while fluttering round the beacon-light
She has seen battles with blood for bone
Across her spirit unsoiled as destiny
Over the waves to newfound happiness

The sky grows dark with change
Love keeps her warm and quenched
Words have become her protectors
Without prejudice they give her hope
On the path that leads to peace

Since she is driven to face her fears
She still has the time to rediscover herself
Perhaps she dreams a bit too much
However beauty is in the cultivation
Of love wherever she goes

Deal With It | Free Spiritual Reading

It’s all about balance, harmony, and nurturing life-giving water for our thirsty souls. A state of grace where you reach a balance between the spiritual and physical worlds. A peaceful state that can never be attained without deep struggle and intense consideration. You are seeking a union between the conscious and unconscious forces of life. You have to keep dreaming about potential and hope.

If you can’t imagine your future how you want it, how can you possibly create it? It’s time to challenge yourself, take your fantasies and transform them into your living reality. Outlandish daydreams will appear and disappear when you consider them in the light of reality. Dream a little dream and it will become strong and true. Your creativity, love, and beauty are associated with Power.

True power lies in the ability to choose between violence and peace at the right time. Often when we wish to express power it can come across as a reaction rather than an action. Remember that the more powerful a person, the less power they need to use. Your creative endeavours have expanded out into the world.

Your final goal is in sight; however, much work is still required. As great as success can be, it too can come with its own new self-doubts and tensions, which can feel overwhelming to say the least at times. Somebody in authority can help you work through this, but at the end of the day, you need to accept that it is time for you to start leading others.

My Jiggly Bits

My figure has changed with age
Getting dressed used to be a cinch
Now I face a different silhouette
Looking at me in the mirror
As I look back in terror
I see I have become a lady
Cover my jiggly bits please

Mini skirts used to be fun
Lately I tried on a few
To see if I could get away with it
Not quite the same as before
Quite often less is more
Best kept private so
Cover my jiggly bits please

Leggings used to be essential
Now I want mature grace
I will make my own clothes
To flatter my body shape
Fabric formed drape
Has the voice to say
Cover my jiggly bits please

Bleak Expectations

Everything in its place
Bright lights shine
I am grateful
To take my time
All the while
The same old song
Sweet angel
Be my friend
Here yet again
The world is a poem
The same way in
This world of men

You know what it is
You can see it coming
Where spirit flows
Makes me feel like
Never giving in
Turned face from
Hearts that break
Can you explain
Night sky above
Wonder of nature
Silence a sound of
Bleak expectations

That Time

It’s that time of the month
When my body surrenders
To the beat of a magick drum
In 28 days again it will come
Belly aches blue and black
The pain has me on my back
I am bloated with change
And my head is deranged
From a bout of ‘period brain’
I cannot contain
Exhaustion has
Me in slow motion

Without discrimination
It is something we all know
As the wind blows over
It will come and go
Each time I remember
I am alive and conscious
My womb is fertile
And still able to produce
I am eternal mother
I am woman there is
No telling what I can do
At any time of the month

I may not smile I may snap at ya but
Women bleed it’s the way it goes
Just like the sea moves
In and out with the tide
Pulled by the magnetic
Forces of the sun and moon
There’s something powerful
Inside the this process
12 times a year I can create
I am a different creature
Able to create life
At this time of the month