It’s dark in her heart, and her life suffering symptoms of totally bleak night No light, torching her murky shadows But she knows her path But can’t walk home. You think home is where you’ve place to shelter To stretch your legs, lie low the couch? You think that’s home Your birthplace, cradle of your… Continue reading Where’s Home ?
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From nothing, came something. From a poem, came an anthology. From a sweet song, came an album. From a piece of art, came a masterpiece. Out of a fractured soul, came an epiphany. ? Love stumbled upon me in a beautiful way and made music with the April moon. Encircling my…
How can African men love,
When loneliness is all they have?
I’m lost in these thoughts, like the woods Of savanna that froze my veins into fears I remember losing the verve I remember loosing my bowels I remember my pricked nerve Idling in inferiority , and me crying I remember your hands, numb, gruesome too Not to bother to walk me out of darkness. I… Continue reading Thorns of Pain
Source: Rules don’t apply no more.
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I gaze at her National Identification Card keenly and see a serious looking woman in oversized glasses. Her lips pursed almost puckered up and a blank stare gazing back at me. Her hair sleeked back into a ponytail. This must be years ago I fathom. I look up at her…
Fifty brushes to paint her glamour, fifty shades of ink: Remember purple for royalty, Oh God blue for loyalty. Red for love, yellow to make her laugh. Mother grab the goblet, pour the grapey-viney winey. Let’s wine Happy Birthday Mother Source: Color me 50
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I saw a kayak waving the bank No one to paddle, peddle the pads I whispered to tranquil of nature Like a peafowl Come fetch me to my strength And to her victory, too She don’t drown down the dam It leaks in my head, every night nightmares of nazi nerds crocheting foot to path… Continue reading NIGHTMARES OF NAZI NERDS
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“Baby girl, all you got to do is stay pretty, say nothing. Make me look good”. He says. Her insides are churned up in an inner turmoil. Juggling in between perfection, respect and self worth. She caresses Vanity instead of dignity. Polished to perfection and well placed on the shelf. Her…
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