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
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
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
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
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
I don’t think I have watched any TV show that was released in 2018 so by default my best of the year 2018 tv show technically doesn’t fall into that category. I decided to panel beat this category a little into the best TV show I discovered in 2018.
LOVE ME TO DEATH He bought me flowers today He said it was just because But we both know the cause This has how it has always been A pattern emerged I felt helpless to stop Flowers and pretty words always followed A smack or a kick or