I was born blind,Unable to see my mother's smileIf ever I did make her smile,Or the proud look of my fatherIf ever he was proud of me,It wasn't too long until society turned a blind eye to me,Isolated,Forgotten... I was deaf,Never heard the birds chirping,Waterfalls cascading down rocky riverbeds,Or even an "I love you" from… Continue reading The Forgotten
Category: His World
I Pray
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…
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
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
