Dear Mutuku
I get it now. They say hindsight always gives you perfect vision, doesn’t it? Now that I’m slightly older, So many things make sense. Father,
I Want To Give Up On You, Mother, But Love Won’t Let Me
As the day passes by, I watch the fruits you bore into this world, Turn sour in your hands. Everyday, I watch the gemstones in
The Flickering Lights
With every rising sun, New darkness. New darkness. With every setting of the sun, New darkness, looming over the horizons. Deaths, some brutal, some peaceful,
Make Hay Until The Darkness Comes
Truthfully, I have been lying to myself every day, Ever since the day I knew what lying was. I am not anything special, I will
Are You My Mother or You Are On A Break
I have called on you countless times, But you haven’t responded. Called on you in the face of danger, But you turned your back and
Dear Mr. God
The clay in the potter’s hand is damaged, But if you called me home right now, I’ll ask for these, Pat me on my back
The Winds Keep Blowing
Tears. Snort. A blank mind, Tired, tried, tested, failed, In this abyss of nothingness. That holds me and tells me, That no matter how hard
My Side… Dear Daughter
My dear daughter, you’ve said your part. I’ll tell mine. Believing me or not is your choice. I loved your mother, like I’ve never loved
I’ve Survived Enough
First, being born as me Without the choice to accept or decline A baby girl, to a teenager, lady then woman I’d have made a
POPULATION NOT OKAY?
What is going on in your life and has your mental health taken a hit?
