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Mastering My Soul

Flashback to when fear was the monster under my bed -when it was only in my head It grew with me blocking all I could see while I stumbled from failure to failure from self-doubt to despair -believing it was... Continue Reading →

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On Our Knees

Let’s pray the prayer that never ceases Let’s bend the knee and bow our heads Let’s Ignore the naysayers and place our destinies in your mouths Let’s remove the finery from our words Let’s strip naked - the intentions of... Continue Reading →

The Pilgrim Poet’s Progress

On the way to purpose is a road paved with plans -with potholes of mistakes and puddles of complication And just to add some spice.... are a myriad of land mines that are guaranteed to blow up your life But... Continue Reading →

BECOMING

There’s nothing maladroit about picking up your broken pieces It may be a war that rages within your bones It may be thoughts that scatter like rotting teeth after a bar fight It may even be frozen breath- too strangled... Continue Reading →

On The Platform

I change the narrative of my inner voice I don’t bargain with her I don’t give her a choice Her script is simple: “- falling is a possibility -doubts are part of humanity -fear is masked opportunity -failing is an... Continue Reading →

Roaring Fires and Open Skies

Like clock-work, I know it’s time to visit grandma for Christmas Daddy makes all the plans and we fly and fly over the mountains and grasslands of Africa from Ethiopia to Nigeria I love to sit next to daddy on... Continue Reading →

Our Consensus

Is it an aberration that sacrifice and pain are better escorts to destiny than happiness? Is it risqué to bottle toxicity-fermenting it to sweet wine? I gladly join the avant-garde ...turning social norms on their heads Our consensus is this:... Continue Reading →

Whatchamacallit?

What nickname do I give a song sparked by the sight of a smile? What synonym do I append to a laugh that whistles like the wind? ‘Tis only a poem I can think of -a poem I pen anytime... Continue Reading →

The Ecstasy of Silence

When I sit with you under an oak tree that is preoccupied with tending its errant leaves -I enjoy our companionable silence that doesn’t shy away from breath between words It is a silence that is content to remain pregnant-... Continue Reading →

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