Freedom was never easy, But she was our only option. For her we wear these scars. They remind us of our youth. When we were stubborn, bold and naive And when life seemed to be awaiting to be lived. But...
remind me how I’m not the same pack my body full of shame it’s easy when I’m timid, mild play out your hate on the fat child and you’re a nine, a ten maybe and i’m a two if I’m...
Under the moon and the stars, I strolled, The journey wasn’t easy, why lie, Singing birds is all I could hear, The crickets chirping were all that accompanied me. Step by step I got closer, Heart beats increasing, The cool...
I wished upon a star, to take me far away from here I prayed that someday, someone will find me I took my boat and sailed away, but the wind swooped me into the air An ocean full of corporate...
May is #AfrikaMonth – all our prompts this month will be Africa-themed. this week’s writing prompt: No easy way to freedom this line is from Ingoapele Madingoane’s Afrika my Beginning, Afrika my Ending 1 rule: SUBMIT YOUR BEST WORK use...