poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
I grew up around women who were never enough,Men would call them “too much” women,Women who adorned themselves in gold,would use the higher power in libation to bless themselves and partners,But it was never enough,These women who dressed their hair in flowers,who swung their hips to the heat of the summer,Casbalanca would be hidden between […]
lotus flower laces my skin,the white of it hugging my body,its softness like the birth of spring,how it pushes out the pink out of the trees,blossoms covering street floors,even the dirtiest become holy,lotus flower sits and observes the eyes that watch it,see’s its truth,dragon fly comes perches at the centre,flies around making pilgrimage,in effort to […]
womb cries into a lullaby,no WOman to hold,nor woMAN to stand by her side,instead she weeps into her sleep,Wings which form an armour around her,neither father or mother present to pray over her,so instead she feeds the womb comfort,food which poisons and rots the insides,no teas to warm her up, and tone down inflammation,instead her […]
like the clouds and how they form lullabies,singing children into their sleep,I am slowly falling into a trance with you,with the myriads of realisations,and honey streaming into my insides, as if conjoined to blood,it seems a sun is beaming from my skin,its as if this has been a slow boat ride on a calm river,weaving […]
Birth and Death,Two dualities,the Sun and the MoonPartners in crime, without one there is no other,Without the latter their is no realisation of the importance of the first,Do the people living forget about the dead?Or do they just get consumed in this thing called life,The Arab nations taught the world about rememberance,Never forgetting that this […]