of the romance of reluctant lovers
sweets for you, my love
– of volcanic hearths
of smouldering fires
Broken Friendships 2
-of new cycles and old lovers & friends
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
They Call Me Baartman
Self love is unlearning the centuries old myths of black undesirability, Unlearning self-hatred Self-love is Sara-Baartma
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