Suicide Dark cupid shot an arrow A broken heart and it’s vengeful partner were interlocked On shaky foundations On softly spoken daggers The stench of promises gone Still lingers… By Anesu Nyakubaya
Month: December 2018
Poetry for GBV 13 – Upon Realizing Women Were Born To Burn
Upon realizing women were born to burn A woman’s body is a mote an ash, to cure amnesia when memory dies forgive me for unburying pasts but there are ashes sitting on father’s knuckles where mother burnt we saw flames and begun to run we were born with
Poetry for GBV 12 – A sign of change
A Sign of Change. (Universal Version) The day she was born it was more like a fine breeze passing through her nostrils as a sign of the beginning of her life. She came to realize that her life has begun, She was growing up slowly and slowly. Yet she came
Poetry for GBV 11 – Torn Apart
Torn Apart He took away her worth Her time Her energy Safety Voice And intimacy. She felt like a prisoner Hiding in plain sight She was being raped by her own uncle A man of cloth Honoured and respected by society Someone she trusted She could not report
#BOTY2018 : Non Fictional Book
I am not much of documentary type person so anything that says real life without a fictional twist, I try and stay away from but if you know anything about me the then you know I have been raving about Gay Girl, Good God by Jackie Hill Perry. Image from
Poetry for GBV 10 – No Longer Silent
NO LONGER SILENT At the magistrate court The victim is rocking her anxiety to sleep Praying for the ground underneath her feet To swallow her whole The culprit Guilty at sound be charged Stands proudly, mucho and unashamed He knows how this will go down No one will speak
#BOTY2018 : Fictional Read
This year, I rediscovered a love I actually did not really know I had lost. I started reading again. I don’t how I had stopped, but somewhere along the line I did. Until one day, on some twitter streets I stumbled across a tweet that just made me fall in