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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”

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?”

Dignity and poverty: a negative correlation

7:46 am I stood right in front of him I stared straight at him I asked “Malume, o Shap?” He didn’t see me. What was I expecting when a man is engulfed by povery, having lost his dignity among the pillars that serve for open urination Bluetooth intoxication Spiritual retrogression How could I expect theContinueContinue reading “Dignity and poverty: a negative correlation”