I am not Steve Biko, for I cannot write what I like. As my black consciousness is still oppressed by my pride.   I can try to be Ghandi, But I can only do so much as change the world with just a paper and a pen.   Please do not Ask me to be... Continue Reading →

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Am I Next?

I read a story today About a little girl who did not make it home from school. Ransomed for a price as though a value would ever pay for a life. I wondered if she was scared or maybe cold If she had her favourite teddy to keep her company while the boogeyman loomes. And... Continue Reading →

I won't lie, I am hurting Though I was hoping this thumb I was hiding behind was enough to shield me of how not so easy this is for me. I am Hurting, I won't lie.

Karma Came For Me

Karma came for me With his teeth, gnashing and gnawing To things I held dear, he came. For I had neglected his debt, and like debtor on month's eve He came to collect his dues.   Have I forgotten the hearts broken, tears wept, I like a fisherman, I caught joy on a hook. I... Continue Reading →

I'll scratch out this pain onto these pages until it doesn't hurt anymore.


All the things she said to you about me... I'm sorry you believed her over me. All the things she whispered in your ear, Things that made you mad, and you despised me. I'm sorry! But you allowed her to come between us.   She made you think I wasn't good enough for you But... Continue Reading →

Let it Burn

I heard my life scream, trapped in failure, embodied in fear They tried to put the flames out, throwing sand and water I stood there and told them let it burn!   I was not scared anymore Pain was a dear friend to me, a peer from my childhood. I saw my life go up... Continue Reading →

Grandma Prayed

On brittle bones and frail knees, she knelt. Before the Rooster’s crow and nightingale chirp She whispered words in the quietness, Words so soft sounding like lullabies to children asleep. Grandma prayed, She began with gratitude for sight as the new day dawn, Another Day, for life given and health restored. On the hard and coldness... Continue Reading →

Would You Choose Me?

If I wrote you a letter to say I love you this much Would you choose me? If I wrote it using quotes and words from renowned men and poets. Would you know then whether or not this is worth it? If the words I have said to were to be melodies sung in your... Continue Reading →

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