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A Spark

-Rupi Kaur Even if you are labelled as unworthy even if you are dragged into the dark even if you despise your own weakness even if you are beaten in body in mind in spirit Even if your mind unravels... Continue Reading →

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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 →

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 →

‘The’ Fear

I used to call it “my” fear but I’ve put a stop to that I will no longer have it so near Instead, I answer it back whenever it opens it’s cavernous mouth - to attack But never does it... 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 →

My Jealousy

I watch as the rain runs its hands all over your body while a gentle wind wraps you in its embrace -all the while covering your face in blue leafy kisses I watch as the cold decides to put away... Continue Reading →

The Line

Tracing the line between love and hate Both- so closely knit -not together -neither apart but enough to tickle the finger of fate A line that can only be discerned by a shredded heart -to which scars have added much... Continue Reading →

Day 12: Ink that Bleeds

The prompt today is this: "write about love for someone who does not know you love them". Well, everyone in my life already knows I love them....I'm boring that way. So, I've used my imagination ....... what else? my pen... Continue Reading →

Grounded

  What do I know of power? I cannot fathom its texture or dimensions Is it loud? Does it growl….or shake its fists at passers-by? No, I do not know power But... I do know survival It's staying one step... Continue Reading →

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