Free Her

As he walks the streets of Monrovia, He frequently sees young girls trapped in poverty He sees many promising futures going to waste   So, he asked me   Why do young Liberian girls lack ambitions? Why don’t they aspire to reach for the sky? Why don’t they see themselves as part of the solution?…

SOUR ORANGES

This is for the girl who sells sour oranges on my street. I want to tell you so many things;   How I spell “beautiful” with the letters of your name And how your eyes smile along with your lips.   If Aphrodite was a human, she would look like you, The sun on your…

Aches of Monrovia

“I am trying to call 911, but it’s not going through. Apparently, I have to befriend the police before justice hears my voice. Maybe I shouldn’t talk about it, perhaps I should tell the police or Katie, Or perhaps I should just accept it because they are paying my school fees”. You see, these might…

Not More Than Us

More than me.  More than you. More than him. More than her. Is this more than us?   More than rape, More than abuse, This is more than sad; Way more than a scandal and cover-up. Yet, this isn’t more than justice!   It should be more than awareness, More than signing a petition, More…

Typical Liberian Girl

He walked up to me and said, “You don’t look like a typical Liberian girl, Your diction is better and your skin is lighter.” I looked him in the eye and told him to his face, “I’m disappointed that I don’t look like a typical Liberian girl.” You see, a typical Liberian girl is beautiful…

Allowed

The following message was approved by you for you and to you:    You are allowed to be YOU. You are allowed your smarts and your skills; to be unapologetically brilliant; to be intimidating; to show off.   You are allowed grandiose mistakes; allowed to fall face flat; and have dumb af moments.   You…

Give & Take

We’ve been in a relationship for as long as I can remember. She sleeps at the head of my bed, dragging me to the foot. “You’re not good enough,” she says, taking off my blanket of hope in the cold of doubts. She’s the reason I stand before broken mirrors hoping my reflection of a…

Liberian Girl Magic

Dear LiberianGirl, Do you see us freeing ourselves, from the narratives written by “people abroad?” Read a blog post yesterday, with your voice and your name and your face – shoutout to SiM. Now you speak up and show up and show out Embracing your power and strength and worth Do you smile at the men…

Black Imagery

I wonder why….. I wonder why I was born black… I wonder why my race has to be critically discussed and considered the way it has been Why were we considered primitive? We turned over and provided freedom to another man who kept us in slavery? I wonder if we’re primitive enough that we left…

Mister Anxiety

Dear Anxiety Pain lives inside of me, Like a raging fire hugs a lost soul. Reaching out to quench my anxiety, I found that my roots weren’t deep enough. Learning to give back to my truth; Mister anxiety whispers, “hey, lost souls wander forever; I ain’t done yet.” A big drop falls from my eyes….