Through your eyes I can see a million stars, as though a million stories start to play when you look at me, as though I am travelling the depth of a galaxy With you I can see the prints of those you've walked with I can see the tears that you haven't quite allowed to…
She said, "I'm always trying to be true to my feelings... but where do I vent this colourless emotion? It's like air... Show me how to contain it ...so that I can show you" Her words encapsulated me on the spot. They were all I needed to confirm that she had fallen in love with…
Completely invested (in him) But equally disinterested (in me) And it showed, when he walked out the door, and my soul followed... I watched myself leave! And for a split second (or two), I realised I had been living outside of myself... Time stood I was still, for the first time. In a long time.…
You look so good You sound so good. You come across so well, so intelligent. A geek. I like you. A strong black woman. Mmm. I'm a black man that loves his black women You’re the type of woman that a REAL man would want to make his wife We’re so compatible, I can tell...…
They raise her to take a knee before man. To accept defeat as a natural born state. But she has never known war. She was born into conflict. A conflict so unfair. A conflict so deceptive. They keep her in hell whilst promising her heaven. They leave her poisoned and starving, whilst eating from the…
I'm learning very quickly and very painfully that the same things in life that bring out the best in you, can also bring out your worst. So it begs the question, is it really about good things or bad things, good people or bad people? Should "things" or indeed people, be categorised as "best" or "worst"…
"Cry about it tonight, because you have to make it right in the morning. That's all." - Helen, Being Mary Jane
