I get so frightened that I w ill fade

Some people want you to flood them
with everything you have to offer
But remember it is okay to give drops
when your barrel is almost empty

My mother had a wild tongue
She never accepted a man with a leash in his hands
And neither will I

I am like a maze
From my fro
To my melanin glorified body
And they are hopelessly lost

There have been ways to love you
Tell me so I can too

If my skin was white
Would I be safer?
Would my voice be louder?
And would my accomplishments be greater?
Would I matter?

Would I be allowed to live or is there no happiness?
Truthfully, I would not prefer the latter

I could go on for days of my woes
And the places I have found shelter
My music, my art, my poetry and how possibly they could be better

But they are my solace
They dont hush me and say *Shhh let's talk about your blackness later"

I hope you are happy wherever you are

You took your words from your treasure chest
You chose the moset bitter ones
And sprinkled them on my wounds

They pretend
Pretend to be in awe
Pretend to love care and adore
To want a slice of my heaven
To want a slice of me
How do they intend to get that slice?
By stabbing me in the back ofcourse

If only they didn't leave me here alone
To catch their last breaths in my lungs
And taste them like they were still here

I'm searching for my augustus

We are all equal
The only thing that separates us is the efforts we put into developing our beings

I want to be in love like properly soul deep in love with someone not just grazing the surface and then shouting "I love you!''

These streets ain't safe
These ******* looking at me
Like I'm some kind of bait

My melanin
Apparently intimidating
So confused
But so used to the ruse
These men, women and in between, no definitions
They call them sins
If I ain't looking like milk
Hows that funny?
Trying to make jokes about my melanin and honey

Depression is like acid,
It eats at us furiously and doesn't seem like it is capable of stopping, it burns.

With intense determination, eager to bring us to our knees and sobs to our lips. It damages us, most times irreversibly but what it does is give us a chance to step out of our old skin that is hurting, the skin that doesn't let us sleep at night. But the painful thing is that it is never truly easy to step out of that skin that clings so tightly to our bones.

The girl that sits infront of you
Having ended her journey
Is not the same girl who started her journey
So please don't dare speak to her like the old her that is lost

I've never been in love with myself as I have been the last few months
Loving my soul, body and mind
And not apologising for what this trinity produces, creates or loves

If winter is over
Then why hasn't my heart melted?

There's been movement of my soul and I
From place to place
Home to home
We want to stay but we keep being kicked out

Once there was love,
A vast torrent of emotion pulling at the strings of her heart.
Once there was love,
Soft kisses replaced by rough hands.
Once there was love,
But then violation after violation replaced that love.

When I was little
All I did was love
A tiny vessel
Being confused but in love with every surrounding thing
But then this vessel grew up
Filled with hate and judgement from society
Filled with bitter notions and broken promises
And now this vessel stands here
Too full of the wrong things

I see the oppression
But they constantly whisper to me
"Be blind"

Never let an unacceptable
Become your equal

I'm losing the fight with my sanity

You were a ghost town
But I so badly wanted to be a resident

I am not whole
But slowly I'm pieces of myself
That I never knew I lost

I run from myself
Fast and breathless
I take a break often trying to recall what made me run
What me decide
To pick up my feet and take off
But I have nothing

Your dark skin
Is pure and undiluted
Wonderful and not in need of explanation
It is wholesome and enough

Don't be like the Plantain tree
That rips it's leaves as though it has had a violent lover
Be like the Iroko tree
Tall and intimidating
As people sweat at its splendor
May they sweat at yours

I know
That even as the rain swallows the ground whole
There are still those that still try to plant their feet somehow somewhere

Dear rude advertisers,
Stop advertising yourself on someone else's piece,
Like the creator put all the blood sweat and tears into their work and it's not for you to just pop in and try to profit from that regardless of whether the creator has a large following or not, it is still extremely annoying.

Be courteous,
If you really want to promote yourself there are decent ways of doing so, privately message the creator, be nice and express yourself properly instead of trying to feed off someone else's energy and hard work. I repeat, it is annoying.

Everything is talking
You're either talking to yourself
Or you're talking to the world
If you love
You talk
If you hate
You talk
A good experience
You talk
A bad experience
You talk.
All, everything of this universe this dimension and most likely the next is based on communication, one way or another and talking does not always mean words, it can be actions, signs, designs. We talk, through our art, eyes, lies, fears, desires, fantasies and , ore. And I'm beginning to understand how fundamental it is for us to keep talking, even though it would be extremely yard for us to stop in the first place

I was tired
So you carried me on your back
But all the while you let my feet drag on the floor
But I was too numb from fatigue to feel it

******* is what you say to me
You're feeding me crap everyday single day
But yet, I still eat
With my eyes closed
No where to go.

******* is what you say to me
Your lies just roll of your tongue like a symphony

I need to read more
I need to grasp those words on paper more

The ground is putrid
Yet they still smile
They still work
They still live

Her voice
Is so soothing
Her arms
Are so welcoming
I love you

My body was gray
And then you kissed more colours unto me than I had ever seen

She was confused about life
But not the beauty it held

I want to make music

She was armed with a camera
He was armed with a paintbrush
And I just sit here with my arms bare
Wondering what weapon would be mine
For they all seem to be taken

I radiated heat
Like the sun
But it wasn't until your arms touched me
That my blood began to run cold

When you endeavour to grow
You'll need to learn how to garden
Because there will be some weeds
nestled in those "empty spaces"

You know you need to change
When you look at every passerby with lust between your eyes
When you crave the skin of a stranger that only ever said "Hello"

I want love
And not the kind that shines brightly just to burn out quickly
No the kind that shines steadily and lasts more than one night

Hold me tight sister
Don't let them catch me
"I won't Ezie" said Ngozi as she nestled them deeper into the leaves

I haven't forgiven myself for letting you in
For knowing you were toxic but still letting you in
Into the space between my lips
And almost the space between my hips

You're magic
Pure and undiluted

I'm laying here being highly confused about my life and all I can do is stare into space and pray for an outlet to fall into my lap
An outlet to let me express, let me feel, let me scream
And here I an writing
Because unbeknown to me my prayers were answered long ago
Yet I was too blinded by my need for another's glory that I didn't see mine staring at me, waving at me and calling my name

I haven't found peace
And I'm guessing I should
Like it is fundamental for my journey
Yet my journey has come to a halt
Well at least part of it
Like I'm in one car going at the speed of light
While I'm in car that has stopped moving because it broke down and a guy named Joe refuses to fix it, even though he has all the spanners and whatnots

So while one me is almost at the destination
The other me is hopelessly lost