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Poetry

Mothers and Daughters

Yesterday, my mother was 19 Frolicking and rebellious streak suppressed inside of her ^not very well^ to showcase to the world what a great conventional she was! Today, I ask her "what were you like as a kid?" and she... Continue Reading →

My Silence

Today I realised I owe some silence onto my becoming As much as speaking out It’s a knife edge in the quivering balance Pushed to the side, Marginalised Browned and chargrilled? Learning faster While being caught between Being delicious or exotic Owning up our own shame Or (trying so hard to) decolonize!

Drunk on You

I am getting used to being drunk on you “a literary recluse” so to say they speak of me this way. I have been drunk on the open book that is you. Words, words, words and more words and it feels... Continue Reading →

Stormy

Today, the sky was red and yellow and it all but obscured the blue that I fell in love with since i was born and i realized that things have changed so much *growing up* a storm is my home... Continue Reading →

Beautiful be damned!

Beautiful be damned! I want to be ugly where no one looks at me twice or maybe do a double take Curves be damned I wanna thrive in rough edges and triangle like hips bones sticking out and not a... Continue Reading →

The Contours of Me.

My name was tomorrow dark haired in a sweaty t-shirt shooting looks at you from over there at the counter, deciding whether you actually thought like the book you were immersed in, whether mocha was how your thoughts tasted like or was... Continue Reading →

Barbarians at the Gate.

My heart went its own merry way, carrying water and making food. tick tock tick tock, fast goes the clock. fall in love eat your fill find your dreams make some money love your job love your life fall in... Continue Reading →

Stranger Things.

Our hands they went fast and slow here and there, explaining our ridges in the joining of our bodies Our contours, changing with each other. Carving letters into our skin changing our stories in incomplete ways We will never be... Continue Reading →

Wine for Two, Glass for One.

Wine glass in hand, we sat across from each other, far in the corner of the crowded room. Silence prevailed, bitten back words, nails chewed down to stumps, bloody eyes, unshed tears from unsaid words. They screamed at you, my... Continue Reading →

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