Anyone else hate the sound of alarm clocks? This morning, this person’s alarm clock was going off non-stop and they didn’t even get up to turn it off! It just beeped and beeped…and beeped. But in my annoyance, I was fondly reminded of an AMAZING poem that my co-contributor, Nia Keturah wrote a few months ago. Beeeep!
Alarm Clock
I hate the sound of alarm clocks
i shriek whenever i here them….regardless of time; day or night.
whether i am awake or not, i shutter.
Because what they utter in between those annoying beeps is a beckoning that no one really ever wants to here.
beeeep “wake up”
beeeep “and get your shit together”
beeeep “…the time is now”
or at least thats what i hear in the midst of those sounds.
which is why i’m having a hard time saying this now
because i have to take on the persona, the aura, the physical borders, the no nonsense order, of the wake-up call orator
and tell you to “wake up and get your shit together…the time is now”
Wake up. Wake up from those sleepy feelings of inadequacy, which have put you into the constant slumber of self-consciousness, in a bed of denial, under the covers of uncertainty, sleeping in the sheets of negative male attention,resting your head on a pillow of false friendships, all while wearing the eye mask that blinds you to your own worth. Wake up.
wake up from the nightmare that you’re not good enough. where the monster is a parent who haunts you only half the time…and other half doesn’t bother to haunt or be a father. so you begin chasing your own monster with boys who don’t want ya. until you realize you’re just chasing a monster with monsters. Wake Up.
And get your shit together. wash yourself in confidence, with a bar of self-realized beauty and a wash cloth of reality cleanse yourself of the folley that you are not dope and allow your insecurities to rinse into a drain of forgetfulness. comb your hair with assertiveness and brush your teeth with the compliments of boys who adore you. put on some i-know-i-look-good-and-i-dont-NEED-a-man-but-if you’re-tryin’-to-BE-my-man-you-better-come-correct make-up
Wake up….and get your shit together.
prepare your self-esteem like you do your homework…try to get the highest mark possible. put on perfume that oozes your brilliance and lotion that radiates your elegance. eat God’s word and digest the significance. watch the traffic report telling you what dudes to be weary of and the weather forecast so you can bring an umbrella on particularly cloudy-judgement days. turn-off the replay of the moments that hurt you and the notion that those players deserved you.
Wake up and get your shit together…the time is now.
And i know…
because God plugged me in, set my alarm, and removed my snooze button all while whispering into my clock radio….that you were worth waking.
the time is now… to see that you were divinely put here to be an example of how awesome God is, and no longer will he stand for the sub-conscious sleepy sub-par recognition of how amazing he has created you
the time is now…for you to embrace yourself for who you are.
I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this….but you ARE my best friend.
but in this moment i am NOT yours
i am your alarm clock…..
wake up and get your shit together….the time is now.
Original poem by Nia Keturah
