Tag: #Poetry

• i was taught to never make eye contact

  – of everyday escapism

  

• and on some days- insomnia, looks like this

  Photo Prose/Verse on Insomnia

  

• amidst the smoke, drums and fire- heal, I plead.

  prose and verse on intergenerational trauma and healing

  

• -ripples

  Photo prose: of the beautiful, soft and magical

  

• -the precipice

  of escapism

  

• – vapour

  of grief

  

• -energy

  of reclaiming time, energy, space

  

• 2018: Unwaveringly Herself

  Unwaveringly herself! The first time I wrote those words it was almost flippantly. In an Instagram post even. But these two words. That effortless phrase, has become a life philosophy.…

  

• On Misogynoir and Institutional Warfare

  Rhodes University stop the war on Black Womxn!

  

• Broken Friendships

  I caught myself thinking about you the other day I catch myself wanting to tell you things I find myself telling stories about you I think I miss you But…