I do not think as thoughts alone,
I think as tweets or instagram stories.
My thoughts are no more mine,
I must always write them down.
They don’t belong to my mind,
No longer do they exist only in my life,
My phone must always be close in hand
Continue reading “The Restless Mind”We see a lot of trouble, don’t we
We get stereotyped, don’t we
We are treated differently
But black skin, don’t let them confuse you
There is nothing wrong with you, my dear black skin
You are beautiful
Continue reading “Hey Black Skin,”I want memories without a camera
Pictures not on an iPhone
I want to look back in my mind
And not my Facebook photos.
I need more reality than my TV
Friendships that can’t delete me
Conversations lasting longer than a tweet
140 isn’t enough to say why you need me.
Continue reading “More than digital”I don’t like putting my face out there
I’m scared that it looks nicer in pictures
and when you meet me in real life,
you might not think the same.
I don’t want to be a catfish
but sometimes the lightings right
the camera angle works or the filter is so good
If I’m honest, I’d prefer if you only saw me in real life
and were charmed by my character
but I’m also worried that if you saw me up close
you might notice all the insecurities that I see in me too…
Continue reading “The Girl in the Mirror”my face
my name
my voice
you can identify me
but my words…
you don’t know who I am.
all you have are the words I write on paper
all you can judge is what you read, written
there are no colours in words
no prejudices in letters
only a language, if you understand it.
Continue reading “A face. A name. A voice.”you don’t have to be me, to read me
you don’t have to understand me, to read me
you don’t have to look like me to read me
all I want is for you to read me knowing these things
you may read me because of these things and that’s fine
you may read me as a result of these things and that’s fine
you may not want to read me because of these things and that’s fine too
but you do have to know these things before you read me
They are all labels that define me
Continue reading “Being me”who would have thought that the weight of my identity would call me to protest against all the injustices in our society
the core of my very being is being questioned in modern newsrooms and coffee chat mornings
to be black in this existence
to be a woman in this climate
oh and to be a christian and in all of these to remain silent
Continue reading “What do I say”
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