In her womb life started
In her eyes pain ended
Lines of her life story, and all the things she has faced, permanently etched on her face, a sage, that kept getting wiser with age… An antique, with colours that didn’t fade.
Even when her blacks turned to greys, what was gold remained the same…
Life is too short, I know that much is true… And we all must move on when our time here is due, We came from inifity, to experience this vicinity… And i do believe we’re only passing through
Neither a coward with her actions nor her words, she was well aware freedom sometimes seemed absurd…she tried to be the right balance of humble and proud…calm but full of life, poised while her heart beat loud.
The warrior spirit, her soul focused on the top, a peaceful fighter who gave everything, except up. Persistence personified, she was a force you could not, would not even want to stop.
She was the courage to ask for more, and the bravery to stand for freedom.
She was the legend she had written with her own wisdom
I wrote this poem in french as it was inspired by the magical year I spent living on the island of Martinique. (where I happened to learn French) I hope it makes sense haha. The poem is also called madininah another name for Martinique which translates to ‘Island of flowers’
Craving something bitter
Sugar coats never seemed that sweet to me, eventually, I’ll look past the disguise and see, what was meant to be…
There’s always something more, behind what we hide, always a silver lining, our pride forces us to deny, although reality might not be your cup of tea, it will always be mine. So say it straight, hit me with the punchline, but spare me the white lies.
I want to see the light, even if it hurts my eyes. So say it like it is, and scream it from the roof. Why? Because I would rather look for beauty in the ugliest truth. Than look for truth, in the most beautiful lie.
An elephant is the mightiest creature on land, yet it means to do harm to no one… That in a way is true compassion.
Also, I find that having to care for others, children in particular, can bring compassion out of us that we didn’t even know was there.
Compassion is true strength, and is nature’s way of taking care of itself.
Happy vaisakhi!
“it doesn’t get much deeper than this” then he realises how shallow he was, to have come to that conclusion… He bares the trident of truth, a weapon built to shatter all illusions, and a heavy burden too…for he has seen some of the darkest parts of the sea… From time to tide the current forces propell him into such dark places, that he himself can hardly be seen…
This piece was commissioned for the blck niche listening party. The mixed media painting is based on soroms single ‘story mode’. Sorom is a ‘spoken rapper’ and a member of the blck niche collective. He’s a poet I’ve had the pleasure of collaborating with as well someone who has inspired me on a creative and personal level. Check out his new single rubix
she had seen many terrible things, “but she conquered her demons, and wore her scars like wings” …and finally, after all she had been through, she finally broke free from the fabric she was sewn into… Kachariy
The pegausus takes flight into the untold night, controlling the reigns of its own destiny…Still… Untamable, unchangeable… It feeds on faith, flying over all that stand in its way… it moves with the way, and has thus learnt to make hay, from the light that shines within
