His World · Poetry

Worship

I wonder why they look at me strangelike i don't belong on this rowi'm trying to figure out if i'm stayingcuz i don't feel welcome herei know i'm not dressed like everyone elseand i don't own a pair of church shoesbut i'm here because i needed some helpi'm starting to think that i made a… Continue reading Worship

His World · Poetry

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

His World · Poetry

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

Poetry

I Am Black…

I am blackWith skin so brownA reflection of the fertile grounds That piece together my anatomyWhat you find in meIs nothing less than indefinite perfection... I am beautiful,With a heart so pureA reincarnation of divinity,God within I, An antidote in poison,A rose with its thorns,Pieced together in perfect imperfection... I am worthy,I deserve happiness and… Continue reading I Am Black…

Poetry

Chaos

We found ourselves in the chaos...Right where real love lives,In the two-AM thoughts,The sleepless nights,The longings for proximity,Something we pray forWhile living in the now, The presentThe precious gift we passionately hold on to while waiting for a future where our eyes will meet beyond phone screens,Where we move past wordsAnd our promises of love… Continue reading Chaos

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

Mansion

Existing,Breathing,Expressing the basic functions of a living being,And yet, barely living,A soul robbed of love in its entirety... A five bedroom mansion,Dad in one corner and mom in the other,A well built house, and yet, a broken home,Torn apart, forced to choose, Between two parts of the same heart, And neither could ever be enough...… Continue reading Mansion

Poetry

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

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 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…