A good man who isn’t perfect. Maybe that’s why I’m constantly losing in love and feeling like it isn’t worth it. Guilty til proven innocent/Fuck boy despite profusely and repeatedly proving the contrary. All these beautiful, broken souls it’s so scary. Cuts and splinters in the hands of the man who is left trying to pick up and put back together the pieces of her … Continue reading Beautiful Broken Souls.
The Black Woman Memoirs of art and loyalty Chapters of pages a tonne Chronicles of black royalty Memoirs Of Shy became legend When time forgot lands Lands became myth at hand Of gold beyond sands Memoirs Of The Black Her I design a story of a lioness Greek or Norse mythology be jealous For it is true and reality be a dress The weak or … Continue reading The Black Her: Memoirs Of
It seems more and more crazy the more I think about it. We are all somewhat the same when you think about it. The anatomy and makeup of the human body is designed for this earth; Two legs to stand tall and take strides to strive and actualize our dreams and goals. Yet some use theirs to step on, trample and walk all over others … Continue reading The Handwriten 3: Anatomy
It was so long ago that I can’t even remember whether I was in grade 2 or 3 at the very first primary school I attended. On one of the days my English teacher read through some prescribed poetry and then encouraged us to write a poem of our own. We were to pick any colour of our choosing and have that be the theme … Continue reading The first poem I ever wrote.
On this day I celebrate a Queen, my Queen, but one still to be respected and held in the same regard as any other Queen of any other Royal Dynasty. Only this Queen is not from just any Royal Dynasty nor was she born into any Royal family you might be familiar with. This Queen is one of many from a long line of melanin … Continue reading On This Day
I see you… I see your plight, Every day you fight … Continue reading I see you.
What does it all really mean when you show up in my dreams? I’m haunted by flashbacks and bittersweet memories. I could have… I should have… I wish we… All of that now is really just ice cream that’s hit the floor, highly unlikely to taste the same way it did before. Continue reading Life goes on.