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