Of Rapists & Victims: The First Of Its Series.

Sometimes we forget. That those closest to us are capable of the most heinous acts.

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Of Black, Children & Vices.

Colonialism kissed, The face of the African sun, Systematic, The infiltration of the devil's kiss, Illusions of colour, Illusions that blinded, The hearts of supremacists, WE ARE CHILDREN, Dreams of our ancestors, Silhouettes of their realities, Our minds cannot conceive of, Shades of black, of niggers cut, blood, Bath of kaffirs, The knife that is [...]

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  We broke up, broke up, Fire and smoke, Who said we got along? We tore up, tore up, Rhythm to your blues, Who said we sang along? Memories burn, Silhouettes of us flicker, We divorced, Love dimmers? Before our bodies wrote a poem of their own, Before eroticism and wine became our tongue twisters, [...]

The Brave Mister

    I come in many shapes and sizes. To some, I am a man of charisma; the kind that stifles fear and electrifies the will. To others, I am the biggest loser; the man with a balding sense of humour. To the art of words, I am her brave Mister; the fool that tried [...]

Lit, a recollection (II)

Read the first of this series here. White lights queued. I made a new friend, and (much to my frustration) I cannot make his face out. I do, however, recall a sense of belonging; a nervous pain and desire that spoke through our eyes. We wanted to escape, to run with the liquor because childhood doesn't [...]

Rebecca.

You surrender your name, To men that capture its vowels, & masturbate, To the spell of you, Rebecca. You recite your beauty, To men that memorize your cleavage, & climax, To the end of you, Rebecca. You sketch your worth, To men whose iris measures, The energy of your hips, sexual, & contemplate, & fornicate, [...]

Of Rapists & Victims: II

Read the first of the series here. She walks through, Roads filled with street signs and scars, Of graffiti and tattoos on walls, Sex symbols and misery in red, RRUUN, She knows not to stay, She knows not to become one with the darkness of the night, She knows not, Of prostitutes and pimps that [...]