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….

Justice is Guilty

Humbled, I stand before this grand court To argue our case… against ‘Justice’ On behalf of humanity, Humanity is sick! And Justice is one of the diseases.   Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury: They say ‘Justice delayed is Justice denied’ Nowadays, Justice is not even delayed. It is simply being denied right from the…

Femininity II

Femininity: the idea that womanhood is being the fragile, quiet woman who submits to the man and respects his decisions because that’s how it should be. Therefore, my hobbies include: cooking, cleaning, and reading romantic novels. To find me, Search for the most quiet person in the room. And yes, talk to me anyhow; you…

First Impression

I’m a girl with dreams. I don’t wear it on my sleeves or so it seems. I’m not (just) a social media addict, I’m making moves, Don’t take one look and misjudge because my process is not smooth And public, ’cause I keep to myself. Building on huge dreams and focusing on my health It’s…

Message by the Ink

Over 170 years ago, some of our forefathers were here and others came and they set eyes on the most beautiful thing called freedom. They felt liberation clawing its way free from beneath their skin from the first glimpse of land while still at sea. I still feel the anxiety to get off the ship…

Who Yor Really Lovin?

Anybody really lovin’ these days? The “can I get my answer” and “give me a few more days” type of lovin’. Do we still send the wing man to check on them and their interest? That “my man really like you mehn” type of story. Yor remember that seh? The kinda lovin’ from Gbemma songs…

I am A Queen

Breaking waves and buildings tides Powers beyond compare Wisdom flowing like water from the falls of Kpatawe Bringing life to the soil and joy to desert lands Like rain from the sky, I am a blessing to this droughty earth Like the wild oceans, my spirit is untamed   I walk fearlessly, I have the…

Not My JOHN!

“It started with a punch then kicks and screams… With every single teardrop that falls from my eyes,
I couldn’t help but think “Not My JOHN”

A poem which highlights the effect of Stockholm Syndrome; the denial in an abused person.

Addiction

Addiction: Fresh followers You’re always welcome, Kill emotions Like you never felt them.   Addiction: Any religions and creeds, Any shade of skin, Whether your six hundred pounds, Or tiny, frail and thin. Addiction: Everyone’s friend, The equal-opportunity affliction, Accepting all candidates, Addiction: Open arms to the loser, Elite intelligence, Get played as the fool….