I have too many words in my head,
if I don't write them down,
I lose a piece of myself....
forever.

before the world swallows you whole,
leaving you barely able to exhale all that continues to weigh you down,
or inhale all that is destined to cast away your inner conflictions.

just...
breathe

Silence
is
the
worst
suicide

Something about death always turns into an emotional journey through all and any memories you've had with someone throughout your lives,
Going through the penetrating pain of how you can't not let go when the time comes,
There's no mental preparation for what life without a person you've grown to treasure in your life turns out to be.

That's true,
No preparation,
NONE whatsoever!!!

It is an inevitable part of our lives
that ultimately comes out to greet us
and at that point we really have to smile and wave,
irrespective of our energy levels

Life is lived to it's fullest,
When you can still *FEEL

I am the embodiment of a goddess,
The picture that is too perfect to pass as
beauty,
Yet too imperfect to be brushed aside as
'common'.

I am the strength that resides deep in the
cavity of my heart,
That carries the toughest emotional burdens,
Yet still retains a smile on my face.

I am the story that can never be put down in words,
With many having a lot to dictate about my life,
Yet leaving me no room to live it out as I
desire.

I am that woman society carries on to shun upon,
Unaware of how the world's oyster has
multitudes of people
Who are still waiting to marvel upon.

This is my journey,
It is not limited to pictures,
It is not limited by the words left unspoken,
It is not limited to what;
could have;
would have,
or even;
should have
been.

It is constantly moving on a path of self-
discovery,
Where self-love is the food that feeds my soul,
Where self-awareness is what adds to the
sparkle in my eyes,
Where self-reliance is the backbone on which I shall forever stand on.

This is who I am,
This is what my life entails,
And the best part is that-
I am living it!

Solace
is
found
in
Silence

When the mind is too conflicted,
A war between pen and paper shall suffice

Sometimes,
all that one needs is a friendly face
that they haven't seen in a while
to remind them of
how much there is
to value in life.

Sit in Silence

I never plan to wake up,
I just decide to!

Confidence is found from self-awareness,
The more you discover yourself,
The more love you devote to your self-worth.

I see life in grey,
Where black does not stand alone without white,
Where the melanin of my skin does not factor as to how society sees me,
Where Mother’s language that rolls from my tongue is never labeled.


The only struggle I should face is between the relationships
I try to mount
...between pen and paper
…between my head and my heart.
Where common sense should trump any and every stereotype,
Where the only thing foreign is the knowledge I am yet to acquire,
Or the journeys I am yet to trudge upon.


Borne of the soil that bears some of the greatest fruits,
I am one of Her many blessings,
An Afrikan princess that is still rising to her majestic throne,
That seeks to reign over a land united
Behind the death of the rainbow;
The rebirth of decolonialism.
And casts all children of the corn of these chains,
Golden bronze bonds
That continue to enslave the people of true liberty, and prosperity.
The liberty that ascertains that no man shall ever be consumed
By their hunger for superiority.

For

I AM because WE ARE!

The strength bestowed upon us can turn into a heavy burden,
One which our scrawny shoulders sometimes can't carry,
Or our tired backs from entering the journey of womanhood,
Or even our bruised and battered souls that continue to brave on along this path of emotional, mental and even physical scaring we live to bear.

Maybe being a woman means I'm supposed to be inferior to my other half,
Or bowing to him as if he had turned into a humanly form of a deity that I am supposed to worship.

Listen!
I am a person,
I am that face society either frowns or smiles upon,
I break,
I soldier on,
I cry,
I laugh...
and boy, is it quite an interesting journey of self-realisation.

But at the end of the day,
I want to raise my voice to the sound of jubilance,
Not to news of someone getting *****;
a girl not going to school because she is not 'smart enough';
a cry from the brutality at the hands of another;
another statistic telling us the measure of a woman, when compared to a man;
another dream dying because your belief in yourself and the capabilities you possess has become a distortion of what everyone believes to be 'right/wrong'

You'll be given varying descriptions,
And that's okay...
...because

YOU ARE HUMAN!

Your race,
Your pace!

There's no better time to reflect on your life,
Than at the exact time you were born.
Being brought into the world is a gift no-one can ever take from you,
Because each year serves as a reminder of why you have reason to celebrate the gift of life ❤

Dear writer/reader,

I need you to take yourself through this brief poetry lesson...

Poetry is how we give meaning to our feelings and thoughts,
It is not merely stringing words together,
But putting something out there,
That someone else can relate to
Or merely draw inspiration from.
It is a recipe for criticism,
But within reason.

So, go on and let these words be the mouthpiece for your head and heart.

Sincerely yours,
(noma)Freedom

NO human creature can give orders to love

when do the tears
stop running down our faces,
and finally heal our ailing hearts?

The sun will remember that your heart needs to feel it's rays upon it

Fate Never Lies.

CONFORMITY kills CURIOSITY

Sometimes writing is better than talking.
When a person reads what you're 'saying',
they can paint a picture of your words for themselves.

An interpretation that is tailor-made by each individual,
As opposed to utterances that can easily fall on deaf ears.

life is a journey with an unknown destination,
this isn't role play,
there is NO script to this!!

The only peace we can ever afford ourselves is from within...
The moment you start speaking things into existence,
The sooner you can find that peace

My fear had the worst hold over me
It almost consumed me to death...
I've been restored back to life
By deciding to simply put it beside me
That's the only way I got on with life

writing can sometimes be a curse,
as much as it is a gift
it is beautiful to move people with your words,
it can also be quite devastating
when you can't even string words together
in order to bring comfort to a heart that is breaking
right before your eyes

:'(

she chooses to remain beautiful,
although life has scarred her so horrifically inside...

...a phenomenal woman she is ❤

sometimes you need to break down to pieces,
in order to feel whole again...

Sit quietly in the emptiness of your thoughts,
and
Let your heart be carried by the wind.

Sometimes you just need to
let things be...