extraordinary simplicity

Its been soo long my lovings but I'm back with yet another informative entry.In this one I'll let you in on a secret.Did you know that it isn't impossible to look your best yet maintain an edge of simplicity.The myth is that a pony tail,no make up,sheer lips,flats and a detail free ensemble define 'simple'!But who the hell said??

The Fashion Poet says;
"Go ahead and style your braids up,have your ensemble loud as you please,pick colours from your heart,simplicity isn't what you wear,its how its worn!!"

Rule 1:sacrifice one thing for the other
If you are gonna have a busy hair-do...go for a very clean face!nude or sheer lips,neutral coloured eye makeup or alternatively no make up at all!likewise,you will have to choose between a statement neck piece and statement earrings.avoid rocking them both simultaneously.




styled up braids,calm makeup,statement neck piece and pearly studs.#AllWhiteEverything

Rule 2:careful with colours
This much isn't a myth but the mere reality.Too many colours at once are anything but 'simple'.hence work with a maximum of two dominant colours that compliment one another.

We get tired of looking OTT(over the top).Once in a while we'd love to look laid-back and effortless.however our biggest fear in this regard is looking 'dull' or what i refer to as 'characterless' for its our style that defines us.its easy though..the bridge between 'fabulousity' and 'simplicity' is elegance.its up to you to find the balance.

 

"simplicity is the key to ultimate sophistication"-Coco Chanel

xo,TheFashionPoet

It Goes Untitled

The week that was has been...eventful!deadlines to meet,promises to fullfill and a blog to attend to.i have a new buddy in blogger world.her name is Amantle Mapoka(a friend of mine from highschool).When she first asked to profile me,i was honored by the gesture but honestly i didnt expect the moon.im elated to say at the moment,nearer home she's by far my blogging inspiration and her catchy work drove me right into the mission of giving my favourite outlet a mini-makover.here is a link to her exquisite piece about me as well as other local and upcoming fashionistas.dont forget to subscribe.she's got a wealth to offer.

In further regard,thought id let you in on the makeover,where im headed and what to expect from TheFashionPoet.the name of my blog is perhaps a seldom combo but infact a spot on description of who i am and what i believe in...hence i saw it fit to try and create that balance....build that bridge between fashion and poetry.from now on you will see a bit of both worlds,simultaneously or otherwise.ranging from the latest trends to my personal obsessions and from time to time;second opinions from my peers,however il still keep those emotive pieces rolling.

see you on the flipside bubs.
                           xo,TheFashionPoet

Did You Know?

Did you know?....
...that in latter day 1 in each clique girls get raped and dont even know it? what used to be a sensual,sensational and memorable 'first time' for the earlier generation has become a roudy, rough, hit and run, must do by or before sixteen situation for today's youngsters.i hope you follow.

Rape isnt only being held down and forced to have sex,its as long as one part of the couple is unsatisfied with any sexual agreement prior to the activity... which is why i also believe in the existence of inter-marital rape.when i asked for a friends opinion on inter-marital rape he said that he believed marraige is an agreement where two people indirectly consent to jumping into bed together,whenever regardless.hence should there be a disagreement,its simply that and not rape.whats your say?feel free to leave a comment.

moving on,a couple of days ago,a friend confided in me about her friend who gave it up to her crush during a house party in the presence of other invitees.she went on to narrate of how traumatising it was for both the 'audience' and the female.she explained how she was in an awkward and uncomfortable position,was clearly in pain and tears streamed down her face...simultaneously,blood trickled from Lord knows where onto the floor.mere words evoked mixed feelings ranging from disgust to pity(God pardon me).the sight of it would haunt me probably for the rest of my life.

manier times,bitter-sweet is used metaphorically.its nothing tangible...sex,it should be something like.beautiful pain.but tears,blood,sweat?thats all pain!question yourself,debate it,weigh the pros and cons.who are you doing it for?it should be for you because you feel you're ready not because your partner is putting pressure on you.that alone is rape.and never because your friends are doing it!although i mean not to judge,over and above all...consider your values and beliefs and the consequences your decision will come with.if you do go ahead with it,think about what memories you'l carry out of it.are they worthy of your past,your present and your untouched future?

its sad 'cause there's no reversing what happened.i wish there's something i could have done to save her..she's only 14.somethings happen so others learn from them.its life.girls,ladies,women....know your self worth.make the right choices.

                                                                                      xo,thefashionPoet

streets meet style

im yonie...easy to spot..highwaists,bags,shoes and the sort.
because i fought for style over just fashion...my own voice through the clothes i wear
a voice to define me and a voice to share
...despair...lies in the power of my sky-high loubis
its what puts me ahead of that specie i thought had coodies.
shout out to the woman who can stand tall and make perfect strides in them
...for it is the woman who can take life's lemons and make lemonade of them
here art thou...7inches higher,stronger,tougher,perhaps vile
watch as these streets meet my style

                                                                                                     xo,TheFashionPoet

friends over boys over friends

While scrolling up and down my recent updates earlier today,this caught my eye.."i will not tap my friend's ex or a guy she's tapping or a guy she likes" the author,one of my close friends whose beauty is summed in a lil over 4 feet of height(this is to show that everyone regardless of your calibre is subject to the matter)reminded me that she's speaking from experience.it occurred to me how indeed her friends have chosen a temporary spark of what may or may not be love over friendship.

Her smile radiates joy in a room at any given time and her squeaky laugh genuinely suggests "i am happy".and so just by what meets the eye you'd never ever deem her a victim of 'go zubulelwa'.
in latter day,some follow 'the girl code' which constraints us from crossing boarders we ought not to for the sake of friendships.question is,is it practical?or better yet,is it worth it?

When the issue is raised,different opinions come up such as 'it depends','the girl code doesn't exist' or 'it only applies in certain cases'.my opinion; there's a bottom line to it and its simple.IF IT IS CAPABLE OF HURTING YOUR FRIEND, THINK TWICE ABOUT IT.you should know where your friend stands most of the time,if not..communication is key.you should know what hurts them and what makes them happy.

It is common instinct not to mess with your friends boyfriend,for very obvious reasons.is it okay to date your friend's ex?the matter stands to be debated.note you do not need your friend's permission to date any guy,however in respect to her ex,if you value the friendship you'll consider her feelings.and in the event that you both like the same guy,talk it over...whose chances are looking up?friendships are about sacrifices.would you feel right allowing your friend to miss an opportunity exposed to her?learn and agree that in this world we win some and lose some,and move on.its easier said than done,definitely...but where there's a will,there's a way.

in conclusion,id like to honour her for handling the situations better than many out there would have.i personally don't believe in 'the girl code'...i feel its just your sub-conscience,your values and your personal beliefs brought forward and at the end of the day,its up to you to do right.
                                                                                            
                                                                                                          xo,TheFashionPoet

Iv Loved And Iv Lost

i had a friend,a partner in crime,fashion,laughter and sorrow
i had a sister,a soul to confide in with my insecurities,with my life
i had a dream that one day id be her maid of honour and she'd be mine
i had a nightmare where i saw a blur on both our faces and between us was a very thick line...

i mean, i knew boys come and go but i honestly thought friends would be there for a while..if not forever.prolly cause iv never lost a friend, not even to death....and it strikes to be very ironic how the 'strongest' friendships are brought to shutter by the tiniest things....figuratively and literally.
i spent hours questioning the real cause of the split,weary days to sleepless nights.
everytime i gave the matter thought,i felt a lump of emotion clogg my throat...
...and yess,i wept for what had been profound in my life for a little more than two years
i had learnt to live with what i believed were her character flaws,corrected her were necessary
and besides,it never bothered me much as it was never in my offence...but when my nightmare took  stage...i  guess we both learnt each others truth.
i would see visions of the words she threw at me and those i threw at her and asked myself if it was necessary.other times i told myself i should have jus ignored the offence i picked from her provocations and maybe we'd still be friends...but when i came back to myself,i realised it was too late.

i had this very precious gold bracelet that i treasured so much and one day i accidentally put it in water and what i thought was real gold began to rust and dismantle.i cant help but relate this encounter to my lost friendship...real things defeat challenges...real gold will never rust in water just as real friendships should  withstand tests.the very last word she ever said to me 'whatever' is the very first trace of rust that i had seen on my gold bracelet...she left no room for reconciliation and so i questioned if it was ever real.....my question remains un-answered.

for a couple of  weeks i strived to fix things...in my sleep,i'd dream of our reconciliation and i'd always wake up in a bittersweet mood...faced by reality.
and then came a time when i decided my life must move on...i taught myself how to digest and egest pain...and its a life lesson learnt.i acknowledged the fact that i played a part in destroying it,if i had never put the bracelet in water,it would still be intact(atleast for some time)...
and so,i finally threw in the towel,walked out of the past and stepped into the future.
i learnt to laugh, to smile and to love again.

if you ever stumble upon this, do hear my inner voice that is shadowed by my pride...i really am sorry that we'r no longer friends,im sorry for the part i played.i love you even though you dont believe it.

its been said that all good things come to an end.it happens to everyone,you find out who you are and what you want,and then you realise that people you'v known forever dont see things the way you do.so you keep the wonderful memories and find yourself moving on.
**yesterday is not ours to recover, but tommorow is ours to win or lose**...i choose to win.

Hollow Strings Attached

And when i looked through the long strings of love,they were empty
pro'ly 'cause i'v never been in love,haughty!
not my way or my nature, and so these strings were all amateur
with every falling lash, i blew wishes into the air hoping they'd reach the other end of these strings
...the end i'd never seen.
with days my love shifted from shoes to the endless clues that you gave me,
hoping i'd see how you felt for me, you had all four keys....
and so it grew from infatuation, but i couldnt have been sure so i concealed my elation
...these strings grew shorter but shorter
with your first key you unloked my mind, for i started knowing you more than i know my own kind
and your second got my eyes;suddenly you turned into my golden prize
your third got my heart...'cause everytime you said "i love you",my veins shut!
your fourth,MY soul...you became my only goal
but still i refused to believe it was all true,meanwhile you helped it by calling 5 others 'your boo'
pretending became my norm,sometimes its hard to follow mine-heart

other times were fairytale moments for us, yet i still never knew where i really stood thus
and when i look through the long strings of love,they are no longer empty..

..at the end of these strings is you my baby!

xo,TheFashionPoet