Until we teach boys that teasing are not jokes, they are a foundation to hurt. That they will grow up into abuse, thinking it’s cool when it’s not. That the names they call girls and the way they treat them is not right. That they should recognize their humanity and cry when in pain. That… Continue reading This needs to be done.
wanted to be whole. But I was broken I was stolen You left a hole Inside this heart And I can’t be. The hurt parts, Branding fists The mocking songs The open wounds. You became the knife And the salt to my life You cut Me Deep I still bleed. It can’t stop. This can’t… Continue reading Love became
I will Kill You in your sleep Keep this deep Feeling of you stealing Pieces of me Tucked away buried with you… Its true. Hues of blue Blur out this silent shout: ‘I am stuck on you like glue!’ Dont you have a clue? This is, ‘I am dreading Monday’ Cause it holds my anxiety… Continue reading Blue Mondays
My hair was never meant to be straightened. My kinks are my origin. They curl, locking in my identity. I wear this crown not to please you, Definitely not to abide by your rules. My hair is my blackness. Unapologetic, unashamed and non of your business. My hair is not an anomaly or a taboo.… Continue reading Leave my crown alone!
Till the pen dries, paper finishes and my arm hurts. I will write about you. And the words would breathe life into you. So that I wouldn’t be thinking of phrases for eulogies. For this pain can’t be shared… I bury my friend. But never the memories in the moments that bound us. Never. I… Continue reading Give me you