I pray that one day you may look at me and see me, not the colour of my skin or my ancestors' sin... I pray to see the day when we finally realise that we are spirits with bodies and not bodies with spirits...I pray that people may come to see that not all Blacks… Continue reading I Pray
She is someone…
Sometimes my prayers go up in the form of tears,And to me that's a privilege because somewhere out there, a million prayers go up in the form of blood and rape wounds... I ponder on the man privilege that I have been born into; how I can walk on the streets of the rape capital… Continue reading She is someone…
Chapter 2
Every child grows up memorizing stories of great legends who once lived, fiction or reality, these are parts of our childhood that we looked forward to, the foundation of what we build our dreams on and the catalyst to the solidification of our personalities and characters. As a child, the real stories I heard growing… Continue reading Chapter 2
Description
How would you describe life? Life to me is the act of loving one's existence, being one with one's feelings, emotions, body and soul. Life is making a conscious choice to carry on despite the hurdles that lay ahead. It's being okay with the idea that you may not be okay but still strive to… Continue reading Description
The Imperfect Bride of Christ
I have chosen to percolate a culture overly obsessed with romance and intimacy and yet, so reluctant to discover the full extent of Love.If only they could have an encounter- this is my story... To me, love is free will.If I left you the choice,Would you still love me?If I showed you all my flaws,Would… Continue reading The Imperfect Bride of Christ
Stains of Love
He proceeded...Without caution or hesitationdown a slippery slope,A heart filled with hope.Hope that one day, you would choose Him too... Let me lay out the scenery,First nail went in, as He screamed in agony... Beauty in this mystery, an act that changed the course of History, death that led to victory...As His body was beaten,… Continue reading Stains of Love
Live; love life
Love: Eros, Storge, Philia, Agape The foundation of all created things, if you believe in a creator, then the reflection of The Almighty. Everything, all things are intertwined, moving at the tempo of the other: Heart and lungs, sun and moon, flowers and bugs, even your phone and it's battery, car engine with it's wheels & fuel. Refusing… Continue reading Live; love life
Heartbreak
Have you ever had your heart broken? Stood with arms outstretched,As love slowly stretched out of sight,Effort-fully reachingFor a love effortlessly straying;Recited silent poems in the vacuum of space hoping that somewhere somehow someone would be listening to your internal whispers and wordless declarations of love? I find myself fervently praying,Hoping to grasp the sands… Continue reading Heartbreak
Limbo
Hanging in the balance, seeking an emotion any besides sorrow, Hanging in a limbo, recalling memories that shouldn't have been, Hanging by a thin thread, hope pain love bliss, hanged to the ceiling lifeless, Somethings come easy, a smile a grin, a mere facial muscle spasm, Other things arrive with T's & C's, racing mind… Continue reading Limbo
Suitor
Wide awake she lays at night, replaying the day's events, clinging on to the good short moments. They speak of this thing, something that's effortless, something that overwhelms one with bliss, she longs for that thing, See, she hasn't always been one to not believe, just unable to believe that she could phantom a that… Continue reading Suitor
