Yes, I have become good at running… The only thing I don’t run from is my feelings… My thoughts… My precious self. I don’t run from myself.
Category Archives: Reflections & Selflove
Alone
“you will end up alone” as if alone equals lonely. I have been in crowded places and felt completely lonely. I have been with people and felt lonely. Loneliness isn’t driven out by being with someone. I am alone and feel completely at home.
Aligned
Aligned within me I know, for so long I have been either detached or on the run from myself. I am where I need to be Where I need to be Where I am meant to be Where I want to be 💃🏾🧚🏽♀️🌷⚡
A piece I wrote for writers project a while back
Dear Muni, you little girl in a grown woman’s body! You have no idea how precious you are. How the little poems you write and the art you create are going to move people. How the pain and heartaches you face, will shape you to become a beautiful soul. You think you don’t matter, but …
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Guard what’s left
One day, when I’m older and wiser, perhaps then will I… But until then, I will live everyday joyfully as the morning comes to kiss my forehead. I. . . I will laugh until my tummy aches, I will cry should tears ever find their way out again… Until then, my arms crossed close to …
Kelib si siku
Yetenekelu abeboch rasachewn endegena beteklu… Yeterebeshew betachewn selam byastemru… Abet Des silu bizu yazenut kelib si siku.
32 years old me.
… sees life as a big piece of art. Life with her thick lines of screaming colors and chaotic turns. 32 years old me, I am a woman who knows what she wants in life. Still honest and genuine. 32 years old me will tell you what she needs. What she can or can not/won’t. …
What I feel, but aint
Is it the same thing? I wonder, to know something, and to feel it? For there are the times I feel useless all though I know I am not. It’s when I am unhappy with myself, I am sour like lemon… It’s when I’m disabled by pain and I see the mess around me, bitter …
a take on sex and sexuality as a survivor of rape
I wrote this piece for a project “a take on sex and sexuality as a survivor of rape” I wanted to post it here too. The room was dark and damped, I found comfort in staring at the barely moving curtain on the wide-open window it was a hot summer day. It was late and …
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