poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Within my innermost bones is a warrior,Fighter blood runs through me like paint being spread over canvas,I let the tears baptise me, drape me and form a waterfall for a crown,I am a creation of God, of a Higher Power, of Love,I am made out of blood, sweat and colonisations,Out of village girls bleeding from […]
I am neither happy,Nor sad,Tears of gold are not pouring on my shea butter skin,They do not sing in delight of the sun,Though there is a boost in my system when I see the sight of spring,But I do not belong anywhere it seems,I am my own,Solitude confinement is all that i’ve known,So maybe I […]
my home,is a place for my thoughts, my aches, and my limp body,a place that is safe where I can be the most exposed,a room containing pandoras box suffocating the room,When the darkness has plagued every crevasse of the city,I can run back to my refuge full of light,but like refugee I still feel displaced […]