I don't write. I create.
I bellowed out sounds of pain and misfortune.
I shot bullets of hatred out to our world, and I denied the powers of our universe.
I split my mind in four and crushed two pieces with a pestle and mortar! What else would stone be good for?
Today you shattered my diamond walls, and I let you back in.
I trust we have reconnected for a positive reason – when I discover what it is, I’ll be sure to let you know.
First.
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Today was the day we stepped up and had a hard conversation.
Death, birth and life together.
I cried for a moment and found comfort in your truth.
Thank you for sharing – our future blends with rich shades of blue.
I never thought we could get to a place like this.
Back then, I was bubbling over with anger because you hurt me and the pain cut deep.
Later on, I dipped my fingers into jealousy and flirted with crazy.
You had broken me, no sign of repair.
Today, I see your notifications, and I smile – we’re happy with this space.
It’s safe and ours.
I trust and believe that we will blossom forever.
Thank you.
It Never Left.
Aren’t you tired of bathing in ignorance?
Does your brain crave education? Your cells are non-existent.
You hear bells in between your words.
Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
The world of ignorance awaits your signature. Sign up in your mind and deliver stupidity because your levels of common sense and respect have depleted. Instead, you hide behind avatars and the screen of a smart device. Shame the end-user has no sense of sight.
You’re aggrieved.
We get it; you hate black people.
We get it; you’re jealous of our entire existence.
Our black skin makes your ignorant mind boil from within.
Crow and I sit peacefully, sipping mint tea and swear down, we’re not smiling at the sight before us.
For every racist comment you make, the temperature in your head increases by 1 degree.
We watch all the dregs of society boil up and fade away into nothingness.
Racism.
It never left.
We talk about life and how it is better to do something now rather than leave it until later because of YOLO.
But the truth is, you only die once!
You can love and become destroyed all within the same relationship.
A lack of consistency with earnings can push you into a lane riddled with broken glass, and you’ll stop walking because the end result is not worth the pain, especially as there is no guarantee of a better ending than where you currently stand.
Tears are temporary and dangerously futile – I cried over heartbreak, and my heart crumbled even more.
Who am I to ask for more when life suggests I need less until I fade away to nothingness.
Why are you waiting for something to happen for you to progress? Or rather, why don’t you trust that you are more than capable of committing to your goals and surpassing them.
Or maybe you are vanishing into the grey mist of confusion, and before you know it, you’re 84 and taking a leap into life.
A Saturday of Significance – 19.06.2021
Some mornings I wake up and see mini reels of those days, playback in my mind. You had known me for the best part of more than two years, yet when an indignant person decided to speak lies into the ears of few, you sided with them over my heart.
When I sought your support, you turned your back and fixed your mouth to speak sideways from your neck. In-person, you silently chose to side with a liar.
When apart, you voiced how real their story felt. Yet, you and a few others ignore the fact that you know I have never done anything like or similar to the words this attention seeker repeated.
It is incredible how liars become victims these days, and their target receives hate and a tainted reputation – all from a lie.
The most significant memory that tortures me is where I welcome this person into the group. I educate this person and uplift them. I provide for them and encourage them to step up onto the next stage and fly!
Imagine for a moment the smile that beams from their burgundy painted lips. ‘Good Morning Unique! Thanks for everything you have done for me; I couldn’t have managed this week without you.’ Words that instil a positive vibe within any form of relationship, facial expressions that gain trust and assure you that this person is genuine and respectful.
Little did I know back then that behind every smile was a whisper to another that I’m the bad guy. Layered between every compliment was a personal attack, sent above and around me, about me.
Some mornings, like this morning, I wake up and playback a period in my life where I was framed. I was made a scapegoat, and my lips were sealed together with lawful threats. There are seconds when I notice I’m not breathing or I’m breathing too fast. Where I freeze, and my tears scream to be freed, but I know I’m tired of crying. I wonder if I should have highlighted how I was tormented, used and discarded because…
I draw comfort from our universe as I know karma exists. I understand that time is key, and justice will arrive at the right moment.
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