Clingy girl problems: 5 main problems

Picture gotten from-Pinterest Clingy girls often wonder how girls that spend weeks and months away from their men survive. Other times they question why some girls that claim to be in love are so attached to privacy. How these other girls don’t talk about their men to their friends or even family, they ponder on…

Sedative sentiments

Picture gotten from-Jannaleadams Let’s awaken the grieve of Joy, the little laughs with babies, foe and your toy. We can be generous with words, writing with rhymes against all odds.   Here’s my token of wealth, here’s love, happiness and my skin the way it’s felt. Could I wander in your tones of delight? your…

As a black girl, living in Brighton, England

Picture gotten from-Proud Brighton A lot of black people I’ve been privileged to converse with are skeptical about having to move to or study in Brighton. The popular buzz of Brighton being known as a major gay city also tends to affirm their dislike for this beautiful town. I moved to Brighton September 2014 with…

On ageing

In my thoughts, in my head, in my journal. Here.   Win your battle before you come home to mine. Don’t remind me the trails of footsteps I face everyday. It’s not enough to live young, wild and free because I know of places that don’t bring me such experiences. Hold onto the existence, let…

Dear woman, dear man..

There are ruthless ways your own words may have been translated. There are places you sing songs of war and some you whisper courage. Twice you may have been beaten down by fear, ignorance and love with hopes to come to terms with ever flowing chills. You may have seen you without the others, those…

Reaching

I may write for you. I may write for parts of you that were whole when you held on to the slips. Picture gotten from-Academichustler1975 I could ask when last you saw green, the colour, the scent, the pure green. When? I may choose to go on and rant about the look in your eyes…

A poem for self- millennial poetry

Remind me who takes it all at last, the cries, the shame, worries and joys in the past. These ones never heard of you, the whole, priceless yet worthy of a true. LOVE ME ALL THE TIME. I didn’t need you when I needed to pray, to wear my make-up, spray and slay. Who left…

Poise

They say something about writers that I often believe isn’t untrue. You can tell the kind of life they live from their words, what they feel and how they feel. Although, most people often refer to actions as being the loudest amongst written words, I read patterns from crossed ‘Ts’ and dotted ‘Is’. Some would…