He hit me again...He claims to love me but never seems to show it. His words have no depth or meaning but i keep returning to his arms. I don't know what love is, I have never known a man that said it and showed it. I grew up without my dad, but I know… Continue reading He hit me…
I am on a road less traveled. A black African man on a road to understanding my emotions and hopefully normalise the sight of a sensitive Black African man. See, I was taught that men didn't cry. Men were not sensitive. Men could fight. Men slept with girls. So I grew up with standards of… Continue reading Toxic Masculinity
The rain falls and dances on the roof tops and creates a melody that brings with it serenity. The leaves depart from the trees on which they grew , the streets are deserted as everyone hides in their boring homes,yet the town engages in heated conversations as the natural elements battle for dominance . The… Continue reading Nature
I love the way you are, the you that no one knows , I love the you you hide.
I love the you you hide...Behind your smile, your makeup, and your lies. I love the smoothness of your cheeks upon which the tide of tears is so accustomed to swiftly falling . I love your sauciness ,the way you lure me without even trying , I love your imperfections, they make you perfect in… Continue reading The You you hide…
We are spirits with bodies and not the other way around, So in this motion we are set free, as we ascend to the flow of heaven's melodies, we pray to meet again in our next lives,
I could taste the coffee on her lips, The sweetness off her skin, The pleasure of a sin... The devil wrapped with a gold ribbon,
She was always referred to as someone's sister,Her parents' daughter,Her brother's keeper,And yet always wondering who would keep her... Watch your back young sister, your brother is here, go back to your cell, maybe if you wear a long enough dress he won't lay a finger on you, don't forget to cover your ankles and… Continue reading She [GBV]
Love, so simple in all its complexity, Or made complex in its simplicity as we dare not give up pride in fear of rejection, but if we never take the risk, will we ever be able to truly love?
Genesis Man,Learn to love...Let streams of waters flow through neglected lands,To resurrect what once was and to bring forth what was always meant to be but was never allowed to surface...Go a little bit deeper,Run your fingers through the riversLike a comb through your kinky hair,Feel every wave,Let your pulse imitate the rhythm of love...Wash… Continue reading Sensitive Black Man