Published ina Few Words·PinnedMember-onlyThis is MeI was born in bustling, high-rise Camden, Apparently birth and health weren’t in tandem, My mother insisted I have a Christian name, My skin is like ten blackheads aflame. My hair is silky but used to be afro, My eyes are kind, and don’t give aggro, My physical peculiarity is quite unforeseen, The best thing about me…About Me2 min readAbout Me2 min read
Published ina Few Words·Aug 22Member-onlyHeart HackUnrequited love forces a sledgehammer through the heart, thrusts it in without reserve, and twists to cement its anchored position. Blood ripples out, like an untouched fountain. Yet a piece of your soul gushes out at the same time. no rhyme. Splats on the floor and stamped on. Never to be revived. Gone. But why? Yeah, try. Cover the gash but what with? A…Poetry On Medium1 min readPoetry On Medium1 min read
Published ina Few Words·Jul 24Member-onlyLife Taught Me to DanceLife taught me to dance, to frolic and sway, to the beat of any rhythm, my best moves on display. For once I swore not to, shook my head and hid away, scared of looking disjointed, or my hair starting to fray. I feared that all eyes everywhere, were only looking…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inMove Me Poetry·Jun 25Member-onlyAquaA poem written by the sea — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inThe Power of Poetry·May 20Member-onlyMy heartHere’s my heart. What’s left of it, see the remnants partially stitched together, with cheap thread, it’s fate I dread. Swaddle my heart in the palm of your hand, and let nothing but your palms touch it. Not a drop of rain, or a stab of pain, Not a prick - quick, My heart still beats, but its faint, half dead, a trembling…Love1 min readLove1 min read
Published inMove Me Poetry·Apr 24Member-onlyEmbellish HerA Poem — Black Women1 min readBlack Women1 min read
Published inILLUMINATION·Mar 21Member-onlyShe IsDon’t underestimate her,Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inKoinonia·Feb 22Member-onlyHide MeHide me O Lord amongst the reeds,Faith1 min readFaith1 min read
Published inNo Crime in Rhymin’·Jan 24Member-onlyWhat About Me?My Battle with Autocorrect — What a pleasure it is, to be subject to autocorrect, not underlined in crimson, not a case for ‘spellings’ direct’. Your name is pure Anglo, not chained with sinuous tone, a part of the accepted word bank, whereas mine is excluded and lone. The letters fight against each other, its meaning…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inNo Crime in Rhymin’·Dec 25, 2022Member-onlyMy Christmas PeaceThis Christmas, I bring to you, my pride and joy, Christ the LordChristmas1 min readChristmas1 min read
