I’M FINE, THANKS FOR ASKING

I’m fine…I say it smile so that it sounds more convincing.“I’m fine! “I’ll probably chuckle just to make sure you don’t see the tears hiding this plastic smile that I have worn for so long. I have forgotten what my smile looks like.But I’m fine…You don’t need to ask me twice.I made it clear theContinue reading “I’M FINE, THANKS FOR ASKING”

Black Girl Magic

The way I puff my afro.The way I pout my lips and smile.It’s in the way I walkThe way I talkHow loud I laugh and how silently I cryIt’s who I am. What you don’t see.It’s my energyMy spiritMy light shining from the inside – out.

Cloudy days (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

There are mornings When I don’t rise and shine I just roll out of bed In hopes to pass some time. There are afternoons When I lose sight of the sun And time feels a little darker But from time, we cannot run There are nights When I can’t fall asleep I just stare atContinue reading “Cloudy days (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

Some Days

Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I smile. Most times I’m hurt, broken and bruised. Other times I laugh, out loud in amusement of the lies I make myself believe. Some days are grey. Most days are true. This feeling ain’t new. But I pick up my pieces and try this again because sometimes one step isContinue reading “Some Days”

Passing Time (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Because time waits for none, I will wait in its place – To see you someday, If it is permitted by grace. With utmost patience; I will look up to the sky, I’ll write poems for and about you, With the tears of my cry. I will play your favourite tunes, In hopes that youContinue reading “Passing Time (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

Mama’s Hands

Mama’s hands Held me up in prayer. Mama’s hands moved mountains and opened doors for me. Mama’s hands changed my dirty clothes and washed them clean. Mama’s hands served me every meal, day and night.Mama’s hands cautioned me. Pushed towards my fears and shielded me against the flaming arrows. Mama’s hands dispensed her love, aContinue reading “Mama’s Hands”

The Art of The Mask

Wear it so well and nobody will know the lies that hide behind your smile.Cover the bruises with some make up, nobody has time to hear your sob story.Tell everyone you’re fine. You will start to believe it, eventually. Now that you have worn your mask, do not take it off. For when they seeContinue reading “The Art of The Mask”

BREATHE

Hey love, Breathe with me. Inhale the good, Exhale the bad. Good… You’re doing great. Now let’s try that again. This time, feel the air shift through your lungs, connect yourself to your environment. Now feel the gentle touch of light on your skin. Hold it. Now, LET GO. Let go of all the feelingsContinue reading “BREATHE”

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