The Weight of my Feminity
Heavy is the weight of my femininity,
But a weight I will bare until a change has come
Praying for her Nádleehi
She wanted the baby to be okay. Slowly the vision started and she knew, she knew the way that mothers’ know. She knew that this was her child, even though the person in her vision was not a baby, not even a small child, she knew that this was her baby and yes her child was beautiful.
To the men in my area
I’m tired of writing about this
I’m tired of writing this
I’m tired of being handed material
these burdens that I carry
everything destroyed in reverence of a new god, an unfamiliar god, they called him money. this god had power unlike any my people knew before, and to how my grandfather told it - it demanded servitude, offerings, and sacrifice like no other. It was an angry god.
Isolation
I am comfortable in my own skin…
I Am Woman.
I know my rights.
I know my strengths.
I know my history.
Shedding- the mitoXANDRIA
In order for any woman to grow she must shed every mindset that doesn’t fertilise her purpose…
A Jamaican Ode to the Spring Equinox
We don’t have spring,
summer, autumn, winter.
We live in green days
that throb with the steel-pan
rhythm of rain on zinc roofs
Intersections of fate
Reyna was 21, but looked and to some extent felt 16; like she hadn’t matured a day beyond the age she discovered the “oddness,” she sensed about herself, had a name.
Masking
Becoming Rage
Tantie Mary say that since me feel me a big woman now, to gwan and don’t comeback. The words still ring in my head three weeks later. My last image of Hibiscus Road featured the woman who raised me.
A Church Girl Gone Rogue
You said inside
I said no way
You said dolls
I said trucks.
Thriving
i flourish
like bougainvillea
that rustles in the breeze
outside my window
pink + plentiful
Isolation 1
This piece is full of pathos, evoking pity and sadness…
I Was Eight Years Old
I couldn’t tell her what I had suffered. It was a guarded secret for me. Opening the wounds meant exposing him and by exposing him I left myself bare. Somehow in my eight year old’s mind, I felt the need to protect him and save both of us from the embarrassment
A SONG BY THE BEACH
The ocean quivers
Its heart is warm now
Its aim is as swift, and precise as a tall bird
NOT TO HAVE
A nation to be built
A noble lion as the head
And a graceful lioness
Spice up Your life
Yes, I had experiences with girls however I could not help but be attracted to guys. My attraction to guys led to a few experiences, some of which I am proud of, some of which led to emotional scars.
Learning and Loving Pink
I can see how stubborn a six-year-old I must have been to proudly proclaim that I would never own anything pink and to loudly declare ,to anyone who would listen, that my favourite colour was actually blue (in truth, I never liked blue that much) .
THISTLE
Your nose need not be pinched
For you were made with straight lines
Your beauty is standard