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!

Our Love Song.

Our love song was stitched of our silences things unsaid but understood of midnight dreams about each other which brought the color to our cheeks of goodbyes said through our eyes and wine drunk to bring people to your absence... Continue Reading →

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