I am not perfect. I would never let, you think I was more than this.
I'm interested in Hip-Hop/rap music, identity and life.
Master of Arts.
They stab your soul and act as you’ve harmed them.
Their lies are accepted by those who look akin to their reflection.
They wear burgundy, they dress professionally.
They spread lies – faster than coronavirus.
They breed and multiply, they outlive the good ones. It’s like they never fade away and die.
Snakes slither around my feet, acting weak and in need like their life is deep and unseen by Unique.
They don’t strike out and bite into my Achilles muscle. They slither back and report I stomped on their heads. The slither by again, slower than the first time, they smile as they’ve successfully poisoned the ignorant heartbeats, within my space.
A group of snakes can hiss the same shit, they can do that daily. This does not equal the truth being reiterated by one.
A pit of snakes slid through my path, they tricked the masses and smiled at me during the process. Upon reflection, I now realise your life was never more than an insignificant birth.
The bus was crowded but I boarded as the weather was awful and I needed to get home.
There was no space so I stood near to doorway, the driver shouted for us to move further down the bus, but there was nowhere to for us to go.
I held on tight to the nearest bar and tried to avoid leaning into people when the bus made hard turns. That’s when I felt your coat, sliding across my left arm. Back and forth, once was enough – but then it continued, I looked around and I looked at you, but you did not look at me. The texture I felt had vanished.
You looked ahead in the direction you were facing and that was beyond my presence.
I turned away. The bus swayed and came to a halt, it wasn’t my stop but I had to inch closer to a lady standing beside me. I had no choice but to make room for the other passengers.
The bus continued and I was no closer to home than when my journey started 8 minutes ago. I felt your coat again, sliding up and down my lower back. I was too scared to turn around, so I moved my handbag and for a moment, you stopped.
A minute or two later, you pressed against me and I could feel your…
That night I felt violated on public transport.
That night I wanted to scream, ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ but I lost my voice.
That night my mind was pushing me to push my way through the others and get off at the next stop – but it was dark, and the rain was heavy, and I had no money to get another service.
That night you chose me.
That night you touched me, over and over again.
That moment, I couldn’t even cry, shout, speak, move, I was frozen.
I run through the dark forests and no fear resides within.
The birds chant over my head.
Crow flies silently above the treetops.
I remove myself from your pool of toxicity. I breathe.
I owe nothing to no one.
I pay myself in time and appreciation.
The tone of your voice no longer lingers around my thoughts. Forgotten.
I don’t quite recall the shade of your iris.
My mind rests easily upon my mind. I carry it with pride.
The ants march underfoot and look up to catch a glimpse of my deep brown eyes and the glimmers of Crows sapphire blue stares.
I stop at a cliff edge and bellow out all the pain I’ve been holding onto: ‘please don’t deny me!’
Crow lands on my right shoulder, claws deepen into my muscle. Blood flows down my right breast and between my armpit.
Tears bleed out and the scenic image around me is now tinted with red.
I turn my head right and kiss Crow on his head. Bloody tears drip onto his ebony shaded feathers.
I look behind at the forest, then up to the sky.
‘It hit different!’ I cry.
And like that with no apprehension, I leap out and we both plummet through the misty confusion you cursed me with. I hear you crying. It warms my heart, speed picks up and I look at Crow – he’s smiling.
A rock scraps my left ankle. My bloody tears jump and float above us
Into the skies, deep into our universe and sprinkle across our sun
The evidence we never aligned.
With grey slapping my face I whisper ‘please don’t deny me.’
The fog clears and presents a deep blue pool of nothingness. Crow and I plunge into the icy waters.
The liquid clears every speck of blood away from us. My vision is clear, I see black!
I see black.
I see only black.
Then I turn to my right and see two glows from Crow’s sapphire blue eyes. He looks up and they beam out the most intense blue light.
We drift up, breaking through the surface of the water
Crow bellows out ‘and then Unique was free, and then Unique was free and then Unique was free!’
The icy water forces us into the sky and through our universe – we both hit the centre of the sun.