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Bleeding Words

I’ve written them not because I couldn’t say them, But because I was afraid to say it all. I wrote them because I was afraid no one would believe the words coming out of my mouth. I wrote the sorrows of my heart in black and white. I wore a plastic smile that I couldContinue reading “Bleeding Words”


She is a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. A streak of colour on a grey canvas. She is the voice of the women that came before her. The force of determination tearing at the seams. Breaking the narrative thus changing the story. She is strong and yet so gentle. Her touch, though delicateContinue reading “SHE IS WOMAN”

My Body

My body A vessel of glory. A temple undefiled A medium through which the father utters instruction. My body an instrument played to notes of destiny’s symphony. A cry from my spirit. Powered by the name called by each breath I breathe (Ya-weh). My body, A cage for my soul. Procteting it from the snareContinue reading “My Body”