Flower 

Now Deeply rooted in my grey matter, emotions stem from a flower that never leaves. I lay there, mired in thought, wondering how different my plot would be, if her seeds were never sown… If she had never grown on me… Her petals shine like gold medals, on my podium of pandemonium, cropping up everContinue reading “Flower “

In colour and in rhyme

“We are all here for a reason on a particular path You don’t need a curriculum to know that you’re apart of the math Cats think I’m delirious but I’m so damn serious That’s why I expose my soul to the globe; the world I’m tryin’ to make it better for these little boys andContinue reading “In colour and in rhyme”

Shadow of supremacy

 They stand against the light to cast shadows, that make our paths dark, it’s no wonder we got lost on our way home. We once sat on gold thrones, now we beg thieves for a place in our own home… we’ve been taught to fight their shadows, with the shade we throw, while the graveContinue reading “Shadow of supremacy”

whispers and screams

(Co-written by @fontsize4poetry) They tell me that I’m no good. Crawling up along my shoulder blades, they cling to my ear lobes and pull up. Whispering with conviction- Look at you. Ugh. Do better. They tell me it’s my fault, pushing back my shoulders, tugging aggressively on my ear lobes, screaming with assertion. Look atContinue reading “whispers and screams”

Fake flowers 

Dear inventor of fake flowers, why? I understand that maybe you just wanted to capture beauty and keep it forever, but don’t you let people believe that looks will last. Didn’t you realise that there is beauty in aging, that there is character to the bunch with a few wilting stems? You can’t trick meContinue reading “Fake flowers “

I am 

I am I am I am I am as empty as the meaning of my opening line, Yet as full as an avocado; Ripe with potential to be sweet and smooth. I don’t want to be vain, I don’t mean to be as bold as the cock… Of a gun, Or to cock back myContinue reading “I am “

why she hid

she hid her face, though she was niether timid nor ashamed… niether was she meek,  nor tame… she felt there was a lot more to her picture than just the frame… there was nothing to hide, but so much more to see inside… so she hid the face she had, beacasue… she felt she wasContinue reading “why she hid”

Be 

Individual battles that rattle our collective mind, painfully breathtaking, left us shaking, soaked in emotion, barely coping, hoping, floating, in an ocean of negativity. We dread… Inactivity, from A will once strong, that now seems so tender. We grow colder as sin sits on our shoulders and urges us to surrender… Our pride, We doContinue reading “Be “

Beautiful Struggle

so much beauty…you would struggle to see, but be left in awe once you saw it… I watched myself profit from my plummet… Encouraged  by contagiously courageous condemnation,  inspired by painstakingly painful perspicacity… What gave me the audacity, to stay, to face it… I had to face it, I could never escape it, through empty glasses,Continue reading “Beautiful Struggle”

Obbatala and Sango

Sango and his wife Obba (the original zues and Metis) Two of the yoruba Orishas. I wanted to depict them not as gods, but as a yoruba man and woman that had awoken the God inside them. Obatala is the mother/father of all Orishas and of human beings. She/He is also the owner of allContinue reading “Obbatala and Sango”