Tornado In The Leaves

Small spirits In the leaves Excited as children On christmas eve.   Why stay, Why not leave? This broken earth Where people grieve? _________________ This poem is actually based on a superstition. When I was young, I pointed out a pile of leaves that where swept off the ground twirling in the shapes of little…

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New Year

This year ends with sweet hellos.   And gentle goodbyes. Its funny how fast, the time flies.   Quickly gone, In the blink of an eye. But don’t you ever, stop and ask why.   *Picture of me*

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Letter to Coloured Women

Dear Coloured Woman, Just know you are not alone. Just know when you look into the mirror, I too wish to be cloned in bone slick hair and maybe a lighter skin tone. But that was a few years ago. See, I am no longer the person I was forced to be. When I look…

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Silence

Here I am, writing. Trying to regain a little bit of sanity. It’s exactly 1am in the morning and I’m back to that moment of reflection as I stare at my neighbour smoke a cigarette underneath a dim light. Now he’s gone, and he’s turned off that light leaving me in the darkness. My only…

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