There is so much joy encapsulated in its walls. I wish I could be a pomegranate seed. Protected by cushy walls that burst under too much pressure.
Two truths one lie
I enjoy writing poetry.
I enjoy writing poetry.
I enjoy writing poetry.
There’s a war in me (for Twinny)
My complacency will scream out in frustration.
Stagnancy smells like unrequited love and dreams that stay as just that.
Go for it
She thought she couldn’t
Ask for her reparations
She was so wrong.
Freedom is expensive
I find contentment knowing I don’t have to aspire for illusory freedom. I found it on a mundane Sunday morning between apologies and playing pass the parcel with guilt and blame.
How to dissect a heart…
Take the time to listen to its arrhythmia.
There’s an inconsistent off beat.
Pretend to care.
Then work from the inside out.
This method is more effective.
Let the words consume me
I sat back in this green arm chair feeling proud that Ive been using it for its purpose.
I closed my eyes and opened my ears in hopes your words would devour my comfort.
Her culture – Pistachio (for mina)
Marvel at their wonders and reconstruct receptors to accept my pallets sensitivity.
I will never taste you.
Never deem you a blessing for gut.
I can’t tolerate the reaction you give me.
It makes me feel uncomfortable.
Her culture – Saffron (for mina)
That sh**’s expensive. 600 Dirhams.
Black
Black is melanin.
Black is everything.
Black is strength.
Black is third eye alignment.
Black is gold rings.