25 | 18:08.

I am scared of the winter as the summer is approaching Each day asking of a love that needs unfolding Quiet in the street, a heat boils underneath Matching the patterns of my feet, scuffed soles kiss concrete Too bold to become so obsolete we invent a secret greeting Kissing palm in one touch thatContinue reading “25 | 18:08.”

12 | automatic black love.

Unconsciously, I think I’ve always loved myself. In charting the the troughs and peaks of my self-love journey, I can easily say that in my lowest points, there was an innate desire to fully accept my body, my hair, skin, ethics and drive. It’s so easy to remember the points in which you felt veryContinue reading “12 | automatic black love.”

7 | black love.

I am pained and I’m tired. They have given up trying to cover up their hatred for black and brown people. In a twisted Orwellian sense, we have footage, audiotapes, confessions and so on of them massacring innocent people based on their race and/or orientation. The truth is so widely available and accessible but yetContinue reading “7 | black love.”

5 | undertow.

On the 31st May 2016,  I was fortunate enough to attend a book launch of the undergraduate creative writing anthology I was published in. The night was set to be a good one, showcasing promising young talent but I was more concerned with the fact that it would be the first time I’d perform poetry in frontContinue reading “5 | undertow.”