-
Poetry for GBV 16 – Suicide
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…
-
Poetry for GBV 15 – SONNET OF THE WOMEN, THE BLACK AND THE INFECTED
SONNET OF THE WOMEN, THE BLACK AND THE INFECTED On the bed is a dying body Snared by a quilt Perfect patchwork Different colours of domination Form fabrics that make the quilt She…
-
Poetry for GBV 14 – Chirp oh little bird
Chirp oh little bird! Remind me to breathe. My bones are weary, My knees are too weak to kneel. My lips too swollen to utter a prayer. Chirp oh little bird! Remind me…
-
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…
-
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…
-
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…
-
#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…
