Public Enemy #1

We have been sentenced to life imprisonment, sentenced without facing a judge or sitting a fair trial. Confined to the walls of society, enslaved to an idea that only leads us to more peril. That idea is called the ‘Status Quo’. The Man that holds the key to our great escape. Society creates rules and…

Islam the Perfect-being

My name is Islam Sent as a guide from Allah to mankind My followers are called Muslims I am perfect but my followers are imperfect I am the divine method for you to follow I am the way to eternal salvation I preach the foundation of faith I am complete for all matters of life…

I am King

I am kingdom First name king I hail from divine melanin ancestry My heritage is rich and unparalleled The sufferings of those before me Emblazons and emboldens my quest I am free Not enslaved I am not a hashtag or a victim I am not discriminated against I am feared The thought of what I…

More than a Victim

Even though he stands in her shadow staring at me, I can be more than a victim of these memories. All I ask is how does it feel to lose a virginity at will?
Too bad mine was stolen from me

A Chronicle of Womanhood

“Journeyed through the valley of the shadow of doubts, I am here!” –Beulah Nimene

Sullen Truth

Abused and misused, Violated and desecrated, Disregarded and ignored, Misunderstood and prejudged; Are her efforts and abilities. Despite all she puts in; Marginalization and discrimination, Suppression and oppression, Are all she gets in return. Brokenness and weakness projected as her realities. The ‘strong and powerful’, you claim they are, But are they truly what you…

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…