Written expression – ODI's blog

Jazz

This poem uses the continuous metaphor of jazz to tell a tale of lovers in conflict

Being black. Being woman. Being gay.

a short poem describing the strength in carrying titles the world hates

I never thought it was possible for one person to occupy so much of my mind. You’re a high off the upmarket bougee drug probably exclusive to the people who live on the hills. The ones who started the opioid epidemic. The ones who know you just by looking at your shoes. You are theContinueContinue reading “Oxytocin”

Weight of the Past

I have an answer for every ‘how are you?’ directed to me, but lately there haven’t been any. I have things to share, I promise. You will be entertained by my trauma. Isn’t that what you want? You ridicule my pain as I shovel it into black plastic bags , bare it on my backContinueContinue reading “Weight of the Past”

Wounds left by the devil’s claws

I am squeezed between a rusted taxi window with scratch marks and loose rubber that belonged somewhere – Kinda like how I belonged to you- and a chubby coloured young woman. She has broad shoulders and sharp elbows. Passing over the Mandela bridge, I sit cramped up. The window does not open and my bunContinueContinue reading “Wounds left by the devil’s claws”

In love with the sun

Last night a volcano erupted and everything that ever existed became irrelevant. The lava convulsed to form a new land, a firtility. My biggest fear was intimacy come too close and find my vacillation only to leave. You put your fears aside and presented me with mine I only feared what I didn’t understand -anContinueContinue reading “In love with the sun”

I was not yet ready. Forgive me.

You had the best intentions And the craziest poses You only wore one hoodie Even on heated days Even in heated arguments They say that the one who’s heart you break will avenge through your next lover I attest to it My life proves it Im out in the cold begging for affection Begging forContinueContinue reading “I was not yet ready. Forgive me.”

Where is the love?

Televised ANIMOSITY The only thing we are driven by, but deny, is GREED We are the one we ever really need The ones that fight, fight to keep things the same Should they stop the world is victim to its decay Love’s demography is a minority Ask yourself why we still need to ask youContinueContinue reading “Where is the love?”

procrastination or gratification?

ill finish this later… me: gets a playlist me: gets snacks me:” okay, lets do this! if i focus ill be done in 2hrs” me (2hrs later): “one perfect paragraph is progress. dont rush the process. i cant be hard on myself im a sensitive being. im only human” me: watches a documentary about howContinueContinue reading “procrastination or gratification?”

fascISt euphemISm

fascist euphemism Today I write a discouraging eulogy.Nothing never heard or never written before.Heart on my sleeveAnger practiced like a chore As history repeats itself and we chose our positionsBirthing a new body Resuscitates an ancestor on this earth nothing changes but the temperature. Again i must praise youSeek praise from youOnly valid among youWillContinueContinue reading “fascISt euphemISm”