I carry the memory of you like one does her stretch marks –Bearing them alone and in silence, Oft seeking to soothe them into nothingness, Or Caress them into non-existence. –This, how we deal with our womanly scars that whisper...
Africa, my home My pride My kingdom Land of my roots Place of heart My home where i feel save Where my life started In the crip Till i close my eyes And went to my grave Africa oh Africa...
May is #AfrikaMonth – all our prompts this month will be Africa-themed. this week’s writing prompt: We are Africas 1 rule: SUBMIT YOUR BEST WORK use the form below to submit or click here For more info about A Poem...
We rise like the sun each day to the pleasure of life dismay We rise each day to keep the tears away We shy away from the emotions that continually play They dance they sing proclaiming life to this unholy...
Broken bones, broken ties! Scattered bones, scattered lives! Once in the chains of apartheid that enveloped the land. Dry, desolate and deserted! Unidentified bodies lay across the valley. Once an army, now a massacre. The haunting and deafening silence of...