IG image by elle.poetry. I could tell you loved puzzlesYou picked at my shattered worldPlacing it together piece by pieceAnd just like that my world made senseBut we weren't so different me and youwere we? You were on your expeditionCollecting your valuable broken piecesI wasn't as broken as you had wishedI didn't cut as deep … Continue reading Similarly different: An escape and a home.
IG image by Spiritualguide.111 I didn't know I had to learn to love my body.I mean I was just given this bodyIt looks nothing like a magazine bodyDark inner thighsStretch marks that go up to my armsCellulite that give me dimples on my bumsDark gums and uneven teethRolls and love handles.I didn't know I had … Continue reading To love my body…
IG image by Letstalkhair_ng. Waist beads date back to ancient Egypt where they were known as "gridles". They have been worn traditional in West Africa (Ghana, Nigeria and Senegal) for centuries (from as early as the 15th century). This tradition is believed to have originated from Yoruba tribes. Waist beads are traditional African accessories which … Continue reading A mini history class on Waist beads: Aesthetics? Tradition?
A Geek, a Jock, a Criminal, A princess, a murder... who would you believe? They all hated him, they were all in the same room. An incident at the perfect time?? Epipens missing?? Secrets to be exposed. I love a good mystery murder story. And this book is one of those books that captures you. … Continue reading BOOK Review: One of us is lying by Karen M. McManus.
IG image : astroaurts. The one fear I never shared with you was:Living without you and succeeding.Breathing easily without youSmiling at a face that isn't yoursWaking from dreams that aren't about you I fear...Living in a world that made sense...Sense, without you in it??? Most of all, I fearedLearning to love you in silence.Learning to … Continue reading
Image from IG: astroaurts. I have many versions of love,The kind of love confessed in beds.It is defined in moans and screams.It manifests in sighs and drenching.A love marked on naked bodies by scratches and bruises. A kind of Love that looked at mewith eyes full of lustand lips filled with desires.A love that planted … Continue reading My Versions of Love.
My first impression of the book when I saw the title and the cover was "oh hell no, not another book that's gonna make me feel miserable and triggered." But boy was I wrong? So before I could continue reading I asked myself: do I need to be reminded just how bad life sucks? Do … Continue reading Book Review: Suicide Notes by Michael Thomas Ford.