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”I have a crush on you
and it’s probably not going to go away
it’s not the type of crush that demands attention
or wants your attention on me
In fact, I don’t care to be noticed by you
it’s the type of crush where I crush on everything you do
Continue reading “Crushing but not Crushed”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”I quote the bible all the time because He is my reference.
Jesus Christ is my life story and the book I study daily
all my words are first his before I speak them, He is the word
In the beginning was the Word
The Word was with God, and the Word was God
He was with God in the beginning
All things were made by him,
and nothing was made without him
John 1:1-3
In a love affair with myself
I have given up the only one who would die for me
I told him I couldn’t live for him, it wasn’t my destiny
I have to think of me
My own followers need me to support me, Instagram Continue reading “Love Affair”
Names and faces
Too many to name it
Why do we do that?
Introduce ourselves and force each other to be named
Will we ever see them again
Will the face ring a bell
Will we recall a name
or will it be a blur and a d i s t a n t memory we’ll never retell
It’s polite, I suppose..
Continue reading “Names and Faces”
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