The calligraphy of incensed smoke fills my thoughts,
Staring at his mouth calling my aunts and uncles
Who seek a slab over my unbreathing head.
Is this where dreams all come to die? Where the
Maker warned we will be misled into cavorting with Evil?
Immigration brought America it’s first black president.
Sitting and twiddling this ink, I’m thinking.
Are “precious” and “scarce” synonymous?
Dorian throws the news around my phone, And its not pretty. Some are sad, some are swelling, And the rest … More
The mummy on the bus goes France did this
France did this, In the 1960s
The mummy on the bus says France did this,
While leaders steal her gown.
“They” sounds like a strange name for anybody.
I hear “They” colonised African countries ,
Then “They” took all the resources,
Then “They” kept Africa under 1 dollar.
“They” have power. …
The voice of the people cry out in the wilderness: “Prepare ye the days of the next overlord.”They dream of … More
The flies dart around his arid mouth, whose sides point to the outline of his ribs attacking his parchment skin. … More
In November more than 230 years ago a letter changed the course of history. Lady Middleton inked hope in the … More
I’m mostly skin-colour blind, but in this post I want to reflect on the struggles within the black communities. You … More
“I can’t breathe!”, I screamed. “I can’t hear!”, was the echo. Think about it, It’s thirty years the first promise … More