I Ran
I ranWith my short tige tige legsAnd its springy stepsLike that of a tolotolo I ran when my mother calledShe called me in her husky voice Like the reach of Yeye, the High
Everything Everything
You, you’re nothing. You won’t amount to anything. Waste of my money. That was the voice of myfather, running shivers through the depth of my insecurities.So, I looked to my bo
It Hurts
It hurts. Where does it hurt?On my face. When men think the only reason, I do my make is to please them. When my red lipstickmeans I am being slutty and my plain face means I am to
Whose Reality? 2
A thousand killed up NorthThese headlines have now become the normEvery day, citizens wake up Puzzled with the mystery of who will be nextThe misery of families in despair Wiv
Whose Reality?
When I think of familyI think of my fatherHe is the man who cherishes his daughtersAnd accepts his fate as one without a sonTo temper the feistiness of his four girlsHe is the one
