Talking to you is like chasing fire wondering how it'll feel under my feet
Don't forget me simply because our story has ended When day breaks When you look in the mirror while brushing your teeth
When day turns to night And the stars light up the sky I'd be waiting for you to come by Behind the yellow light
If I stare at the sun for an hour will my eye fail me? will my skin burn? will I forget where I am? will i forget who I am?
talk to me today for hours like you did in the beginning speak sweet nonsense in my ears like you did the first time
It’s happening again squirming all over me I start with shaking my legs pacing up and down then I begin to pick dirt from my nails with my thumbnail
maybe I took you for granted maybe I didn’t understand you maybe I didn’t care enough maybe I didn’t put you first
In honor of international women's day and women's history month, I'm sharing six short poems I wrote about and or for women.
I did something last month that I had never done before, I wrote with writing prompts. Writing prompts are learning assignments that direct you to write about a particular topic. The February writing challenge was organized by The African Writers, a community dedicated to promoting, developing and connecting the new generation of African writers.
I feel you in my belly but I’m trying to act normal my entire body is changing and it’s all because of you