[tabby title="Poem"] The city of gold lures its citizensWith lofty pleasuresAnd promises of grandeur Loves to pickpocket hopefrom the tireless worker.But still, we tread on,With our families in mindAnd tables to clothe with food. The morning will beckon usInto taxisTo...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The night stretches its presenceto engulf all its peasants.Those who believed Dawn was around the cornerare losing faith. Yet, some march through the darknessas if death ain't staring them down. In this township,our eyes greet the sunsetlike...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] They gather in a circle.The coffee brews a sizzling tonguehot enough to spill all the tea. Watch them batter in office gossipin hopes of boosting their standingin the rat race. They forget we are all just clogshere.Just...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] When you've drank every dropthe Night offers,the sunrise will expose your experched on the duct of your tears. Your hangover spills all the teaof your shame-filled night.Tells the world how your exappeared more vividly in each sip.How...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] 1. How to teach a nation I'm othered by, how to save electricity.2. Realising the othering happened when fictional lines were drawn by colonisation.3. Recognising the borders weren't drawn in our DNAs.4. Mislabling my existence as 'accident'.5....