Poetry

Seasons~ with Lizza Tshowa

Deep breath in,Then I slowly release,An intimate exchange of energy between nature and I,As I add a droplet to an ocean, A snowflake to an avalanche,I take in the essence of life.I realise that I am just a grain of sand in God's hourglass,Subjected to the motion of His hand as He masterfully changes seasons...… Continue reading Seasons~ with Lizza Tshowa

Poetry

Perplexed

ABBA, Good news was received, ABBA, good things are said to come forth, so why is my chest aching I'm perplexed, unable to fathom what all this means, I'm perplexed, in fear of letting go I'm perplexed, dwelling in the pond formed by the liquid in my eyes ABBA, good news was recieved today, So… Continue reading Perplexed

Poetry

Reality of dreams

In the reality of dreamsOur hearts listen to screams...Screams of unsaid words that we both know to be true but are too scared to utter... In this reality we row downstream,Flowing with the river and guided by light beams, unbothered by the raging sound of waterfalls ahead because in the reality of dreams we could… Continue reading Reality of dreams

Poetry

Unconditional

Don't love me if,Don't love me because,Love me despite... Despite my stretch marks,Despite the fact that I can't cook like your mother,Despite the fact that I might not be good in bed,Just love me... Don't love me because,Because I don't have much to offer,Don't love me because of my beautyBecause when that fades, your love… Continue reading Unconditional

Poetry

Flower

I am a flower,I know in this day and age it is unconventional for a man to compare himself to a flower,But that is what I am. Beautiful,Delicate,In need of care,The world is a tough place especially for a black man,Blown to and fro by winds of criticism forcing me to be more masculine;Toughen up… Continue reading Flower

Poetry

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…

Poetry

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

The You you hide…

I love the way you are, the you that no one knows , I love the you you hide.

Poetry

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…

Poetry

Altered reality

Hiding one's imperfections behind layers of human friendly paint, Concealing aspects of thy's creation, essences uniquely individually possessed Can thy claim to know love Over critical of one's appearance, borderline abusing habits suppressing one's physical expansion Can ones claim to know appreciation Unable to see past the compliments, staring at one's reflection like "a few… Continue reading Altered reality