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!
I am a private person My skin is the reason I can withstand any season. It remains, unchanged, unaltered. Even though it is seen most often, it is the shade which reflects origin, the roots of where I have been the song sang by those before me My skin is not for show, it is… Continue reading The skin kin
He said he would immortalize me with ink on paper, he would water mark his love with tears And we would forever be. He said I would see how much love finds and cradles, never about how it breaks and shatters. He painted us on canvas and wrapped me with it. He wrote me letters… Continue reading Just words
Someone out there is weaving a quilt to hide under, become the protector you thought was right. And some else is trying to get out of imprisoning their mind, that they will never be more. Somewhere a heart breaks, and healed over time. Words are said and never meant no matter how much the one… Continue reading While we dream