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Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

17Feb

When was the last time you went to the theatre and got a full course meal, served up with words and nothing but words? “I come from a long line of trouble makers.” If there is a line I know I will not forget in a long time, it is these very words spoken by […]






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26Jan

The first time he jammed himself into me He said it was normal for it to hurt. He said I was his favourite and I was special. He said it is only special people who get this kind of gift He said it was his gift to me No one was to know about it […]






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25Jan

According to Sunni Patterson, ‘We Made It.’ Listening to the above piece reminded me of a piece I wrote  a while back. I’m practically going down memory lane with this one, it is from my raging days. Don’t get comfortable, I still have that fire but I have grown up since 2007 when I wrote […]






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24Jan

Proud to be a woman Creativity at its best Likeness of love She celebrates herself Her feminity Her sexuality Her sensuality She celebrates her needs and desires in anticipation of fulfilment She celebrates her feelings and knowledge of her body And she celebrates her sensuality Proud to be a woman A woman with needs and […]






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12Jan

I have kept a journal since I was 16. As a child, I saw my mum write in her diary and though I didn’t know what she was writing about, I got jealous that every evening, she wrote something in this small book. So, I got a notebook and started keeping a diary, trying to […]






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5Jan

The day I wrote this, I was talking to myself. Yes, I do talk to myself and call myself to action. You should try it, the best form of therapy you could ever have in my humble opinion. My inner child feels Beaten, bruised and battered She talk to me She say, Miss, me tired […]






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30Dec

Words, Words, Words. I love words, being able to create something with them, play about with them and I personally believe language is one of the most beautiful things a writer has. There is nothing like picking up a book and the language is so rich with nuances which reveal the  indiosyncrasises of a character […]






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16Dec

People often talk about the rhythm of life and the rhythm of the soul. I have heard the expression that we all have a rhythm for what we do, hence, the reason why we do it effortlessly.











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