Who would have thought that when I was sent from heaven with such a hue on my skin it would create an uproar of rage and start a river of blood
Who could have fantomed the chains and the beatings that would still be associated with the hue of this skin
Who knew that the hue of this skin, the smooth darkness that I see within the mirror would suddenly be an automatic 'X' on my back.
So I lay here confused because heaven should have told me what comes with the hue of this skin.

I wake to the sounds of birds.and I can't find it beautiful.
I watch as the sun streams in.and I can't find it beautiful.
Life hustles around me and I can't find even the smell of roses beautiful.
Someone comes in,their smile fixed in place.they tell me good news.Should I find this beautiful?and yet no matter how hard I try,things that once excited me as a child only make me realise there is no positive without a negative.
And so to me,nothing is beautiful.

I was lucky enough to capture the sun in my hands
But as it's light seeped through my fingers

Only then did they complain it was too bright
Because I held it
But I refused to let it go
So they beat me

Until my sun kissed skin was a map of bruises
That led to the sun still in my hands

The untitled are my dreams
They lay there without ambition to cover their cold skins

The untitled are my joys
They await bravery to explore them

The untitled are my passions
They sit in a cave away from the world
Without sunlight to bring them forward

The untitled is me
For i am both afraid and hopeless
Yet I still find a way to exist

Till moons stop shinning
And suns stop rising
Till rivers stop flowing
And lakes stop going
Till rocks start dancing
And butterflies start singing
Till birds start rapping
And mice start shouting
Till roses stop growing
And fireflies stop glowing
Till the earth stops spinning
And my hearts stops beating
That's when I will stop loving
**YOU

Till I father you,
Just let those nights abuse you
Just let those winds cut you

Till I father you,
Just let those wounds hang up to dry
Just break your heart and silently die

Till I father you,
Just let those men abuse you
Just let those women belittle you

Till I father you,
Just know when I break your wings it is for your own good
Just know when my screams tear at your flesh it is for your own good

Till I fatther you,
Just know I am never here to listen
Just know you were forced upon me

Fatigue never got in the way of a man and good things

To be wed is a beautiful thing
Heart bursting with the butterflies that have grown since you met your true love
Eyes filled with so much joy and magic that it feels as though you may just be living in a film, a fairytale
Everything is spinning so fast, yet at the same time it feels as though everything is turning ever so slowly so you can enjoy each second of every moment.

And in those moments you realise you are truly to be wed.
To be tied to someone till eternity and beyond
To be bound heart by heart and soul by soul to another individual that has become your life.
You realise all else will fall hoplessely away like nonentities and all that will then be left will be this person you are to carry with you forever
To be wed is a beautiful thing and it is an experience all who go into are nervous about yet endlessly happy of the notion

You're like toffee,
The sweetness so irresistible
but you're going to hurt yourself at some point

My poetry has found a way to **** itself

They want me
They want my skin, dark as chocolate to melt on their tongue
They want to ******* sweetness over and over
Yet they do not want to know the history of my cocoa
Nor of how it got this sweet after years of being labelled "bitter woman"
And when I speak of that history I suddenly become less wanted
Less sweet
I return to the "bitter woman" always complaining they say
So they want me to accept their compliments
Answer when they call me "chocolate queen"
But never fully claim the title "queen"
For my chocolate although sweet is only good for a few moments as though I am an addicts dream and all I am is a fix
They want the story of my cocoa to remain untold
The story of how I was whipped beaten and almost broken
The story of how the sun scorched my bare back and the mud swallowed my tired feet
The story of how despite it all my cocoa still thrived and produced wonderlust fruit

They do not want to hear such a story, yet they lick their lips in anticipation of my fruit
My cocoa still tells its story despite this and there are those waiting with patient ears

The truth is everyone is gonna hurt you,you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for

No matter how unconditional your love for someone is,
Conditions need to be applied once that love starts hurting you

If one is never fully dressed without a smile
Then I must be naked all the time

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

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

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

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

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

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 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

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"

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

I've always wanted to be happy, I mean everyone wants to be happy
No likes the festering sadness that bubbles within
No one likes sleepless nights
Not unless they are spent with a lover or a friend you never want to shut up
No one likes sleepless nights
But here they come again

It is difficult to find yourself
When the whole world tells you that you are lost
And  simultaneously shouts out directions to confuse you
I am very confused
Are you?

I find myself being more and more drawn in
Being awakened yet being so **** asleep
And realising that in this space
In this hole I dug and named holy
That nothing makes sense
And that I've been planting flowers for years in this hole with the hope something might grow
But it never has
Instead it remains destitute and putrid
It remains destitute and putrid

Consistently questioning myself but not my worth

The moon turned it's eye when we hid to kiss
While the sun would blare it's rays in a dance for us
And how the stars would applaud when we made love

So many cords..
All tangled.
This was you
And I didn't know where to start from to set you free

You were wrapped in enticing packaging
Your name scripted in a luscious gold
Your picture proudly in front showing me what could be mine if I just opened the packet and took a bite
Yet I failed to read your ingredients
Of which hate and bitterness were the most previlent

You ****** out the nectar I gathered for years
And now that my sweet scent is gone
You found another flower

I want to be whole again
And the hate eating me inside is stopping that

My soil is craving revenge
Yet I should be happy

I've been sprouting
Trying to lift myself from the ground

I've been trampled on
And I have lost leaves

But I'm still sprouting
Lifting myself from the ground

If a woman is nothing
Then so is the sky
Becuasw ow can a body that contains the moon, sun and so many stars be constantly told it will never be big enough
And yet still have people gaze up ait it's wonder
My darling,
You are the sky
Through and through
You are limitless
You are boundless
And you are free
And for those who constantly say you are nothing
Well my dear they never carried the sun or the moon
So they will never understand how breathtaking your very existence is

He was wild and feral
But in love was I

With his golden hair and glistening eyes

His sharp teeth and claws feared me not

But his untamed heart did

She was made of pixie dust
And sang the tune of neverland

Oh how sweet was she?
To entice me with her wings

They sparkled under the moons light
And I was but a red headed boy that fell for her magic

When a woman is limited
When a woman is denied of her truth
The moon slumbers a moment longer
The sun rises a little later
And the skies become that much out of reach

If you limit her
If you deny her her truth

In a world that seems to harbour more bad than good
The word 'trust' seems to have left
It seems to have never existed at all
But with a pen
A camera
And whatever else I can find
I will reclaim it
I will find it
Nestle it in my palms and whisper to it
"It is okay"
And I will share it
With those with broken hearts
Those with lost hopes
I will share it with everyone

You broke my heart
And there was blood everywhere
So I tried to wash it all away with alcohol
But that just made me a little too drunk

Woman,
Your hands are meant to cook
Or so they tell me

Woman,
Your back is meant to bear a child
Or so they tell me

Woman,
Your body is meant to satisfy
Or so they tell me

Woman,
Your lips are meant to be silent
Or so they tell me

But Woman,
You are so much more
I tell myself

Woman,
Your hands make so much more than just "good food"
I tell myself

Woman,
Your mind, your soul is intricate your thoughts matter
I tell myself

Woman,
You can build or you can destroy
What you are depends on only you
I continue to tell myself

Love makes us do crazy things
Like living when the world is nothing but chaos

My world is full of stars
So they tell me it's too bright

Don't be scared to do
Don't be scared to be

Everyone has different stars
It is easy to get so blinded by another's
That you can't see your own

You can love my physical attributes
But if you have no love to give my soul...............

You were used to straight and paved roads
So when you met me
A dirt road with so many turns and bumps
You panicked with no map to guide you

The words will come
At the dead of night
Did you not see!
They passed your sight!