Poetry

Live.

The average human being breathes about 24000 times a day.In and out,In and out,In and out, And in between those breaths...moments of introspection,split seconds of revelation,And in the stillness...My spirit whispers, "you are alive, let every breath be meaningful..." You are still here,You have yet to be bested,You have overcome every mountain,Swam through every sea,And… Continue reading Live.

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Truth – Seeking

How do we draw the line between reality, truth, and fiction? This year, I've been spending a decent amount of time trying to understand the world and the essence of life. What drives me in the interest in understanding why the human race does what it does, with that, I've realized that truth seeking is… Continue reading Truth – Seeking

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Watered down

We try to hide our feelingsSo we put make up on our hearts And from its abundance we speak in euphemism,A watered down form of love with no depth,Unable to pierce through the thick layers of foundation, concealers and blush, So our words become weak,Just paint brushes stroking the surface;Full of fear,Our feet get cold,We… Continue reading Watered down

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Holding Back

Have you ever been in a situation where you ask yourself, am I stunting my own growth? I've been a victim of this, sub-consciously stunting my growth, not giving myself a fair share at success. For me, it feels like self sabotage - behaviors or thought patterns that hold you back and prevent you from… Continue reading Holding Back

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Hope

Like needles of light piercing through a forest,The shadow of a falling leaf and the break between the lub and dub of a heartbeat,I go unnoticed,But I'm there... In between breaths and the blinking of eyes,Moments of introspection to tell truths from lies,I hang on to the dying breaths or rather the evidence of life,… Continue reading Hope

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Africa

Oh Africa ,my land... I hear your drums thudding and your children's thunderous cries ringing in my head. Your squirms fall on deaf ears... Your cries... Simply bootless... Your children's tears flow through the Congo river and the Nile, your hills run red with innocent blood that has overflown. As for your children... Starving... Yet… Continue reading Africa

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Longing

Rolling warm water droplets upon thy's face, That's what happens when one forgets to breathe Aching shell, the manifestation of thy's inner turmoils I hate the cold, reminder of one's fragile nature Longing for salvation, the catalyst of hope, Tormented by thy's thoughts, with the hindrance in expression, one silently looks to the sky, As… Continue reading Longing

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He hit me…

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…

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Toxic Masculinity

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

Poetry

Nature

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