IN HER THOUGHTS

📸photographers.official Flow like a river my thoughts, One, two, and three somehow I can’t get to four, I can’t think straight, with this black shadow hovering, I always go back to what if I just disappear, Maybe it will make some people live with a smile, Finally, their burden is gone, bye they wave rigorously, At the back of their mind anxiety creeps to celebrate victory, I’m gone, the useless, no ambition, inconsiderate imbecile. They would order a feast, at that favourite joint of theirs, Such a lively place and full life,  A meeting place without discrimination, The Cîroc type of rich, cider gang and brandy boys, No one cared, it was all about food, music and good vibes, It was at this time I felt alive, a day off from my dead, soulless self, I was no longer moody, careless and inconsiderate in their eyes, I few vhoshos and rhumba dance to their entertainment, Somehow the complaints faded, I lived in such moments, A bottle of Jameson ...

How does time move so fast? It's day 20 already, another reminder that time waits for no man. A reminder that it's not about how much time you have but what you do with it?  About life changing event, and it was hard playing back the last 24 years soon to be 25. I thought of my first steps which I barely remember, first day at school, University where I tasted my first freedom, weddings, friendships and relationships. But they didn't quite hit the spot. What's worth achievements when you aren't good with self? Everything didn't matter, I was at war with myself. My father's death left with abandonment issues, his relatives disappearing as soon he was 10 feet under made it worse. A few dosage of failed relationships and life disappointments roared louder than my achievements.  My life changing event huh? It was a moment when I was the edge of life and death. Not literallly, calm down, inner thoughts and toxicity. I'm a thinker, not a sharer but words expla...

A story, of immense beauty in the way her cheeks blush, Blushing rouged red, of smiles and happiness that flow in the lines on her cheeks, Perky and chubby, a trace of her love A journey to the core of her heart, From them, a shining glow of all the goodness poures into her soul, Her melanin resembles how true and original her joy flashes through her cheeks, They tell a story of a long lost love found within her, Scarlet smiles in between sips of life, Delightful side represents the light in her heart, It is in the circles that form on her forehead, the freckles of love in her heart that shines the brightest, Words of affirmation Words of love Words of encouragement Fuel to her fire, it's all in the lines that form on her Cheeks!

📷 Belinda Fewings The bad outweighs the good Twilight dawns, blame infests Conversations turn to arguments Because she wants to be heard Of monstrous words unmoved, With no wits of regard Old clothes upon old sticks to scare a bird In solitude echo of compliments fades And saw nothing more than atrocious comments With grave aspect, her heart prepared She was no good, that what she heard It may be, and had not yet stirred Ooh too desolate bird Whistling loud may yet be heard Not the first, second or the third A cry for room, though not a phantom stirr’d When you are misunderstood, Just know you good Whenever you fall, never tell yourself   You are no good Try over and over if you could Never give up, fight like you should

📷 Apaha Spi Broken dreams, broken souls We are all a mess, a fallen generation We bleed, but nobody cares Somehow it is our fault We cry, nobody listens All they care about is more coin in their pockets We’re only but pawns In a game, we cannot fathom Our pain in their eyes is unnecessary drama, Our sorrow gives them an adrenaline rush, Our struggle is their entertainment They thrive from our sweat, blood and tears As it pours, so does coin drop in their pockets Every dime we earn they find ways to chuff it To them it is change, to us, it is means of survival Greedy grim reapers are what they are Always scheming of ways to suck the last coin out of us The pain inflicted by the people we traded for our hope and future It worsens by the day, but we continue to sing songs of hope It is not by choice, it is a survival instinct The thought of better days is what is keeping us sane, Nowhere to turn, refuge is the new slave To stay and ...

📷 Jamie Street What’s up with relatives that show up after you have made it?   Unexpected message notifications can be an awkward moment. The “I’m your first cousin, uncle or aunt” can be hard to deal with. It leaves one with mixed feelings, whether to be excited or expect the worst.  You start thinking if they have ulterior motives or it is just a social call. The feeling of what I see my future with them is numb. Well! They only Pop-up when you have something going in your life when your career is ascending or business is booming.  Is it by pure coincidence? The pop-up notification is a call to gratify their greedy appetite. It is really annoying as much is it emotionally draining. Only to be useful when people want a good turn or a hangout. It happens more often than most expect. And there is usually a “blood of thicker than water” song to make their request more compelling. As a human if people treat me like I am worthless, it is a reflex to cu...

I stare in a distance Trapped in my web of thoughts A thousand strings, Tying logic to emotions Let's cut a deal my dear thoughts! A bliss of compromising myself Such a beautiful mess A Nightmare? Noooo Just a reminder of the power my thoughts hold To build or destroy, Thinking often & deeply Carrying on an inner monologue Conversations that are my new home Burning all the "You will never be anything" Like a matchstick On a paper scrap My thoughts are writing into reality The poem I make of Me Both a blessing & curse I hold the key to open any door I desire I choose to be happy, smile & have a free mind I choose inner peace, I choose Queen Melanin Now I wear positive thoughts & vibes But, inside I feel like screaming out the known Words of discouragement, insecurities & downers But be gone, no more negativity. I'm now allergic, You no longer fit in my vocabulary anymore So deep in my thoughts, I seep positivity (Adr...