Tag: Prose

• sweets for you, my love

  of the romance of reluctant lovers

  

• – 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