Poetry

Behind her face (part 2)

She woke up today frightened of her future, thinking "how will I make it out of this hole" as the ground opened up to swallow her.  Constantly need to be reassured that life is not that bad, that I am strong enough to take what it throws at me, that ... "it doesn't really matter coz… Continue reading Behind her face (part 2)

Poetry

Behind her face (part 1)

The morning sun rises, so does she thinking about what face to wear today. Her eye bags are going to be mistaken for weakness, she thinks, "maybe I should put on some make-up", ya surely they won't notice.  Not being able to spread your wigs and fly, your wigs will surely die. This little fragile… Continue reading Behind her face (part 1)

Poetry

I’m just struggling to be…

Independent, I want to be... Struggling to feel the ground below me, I am... I want to be able to spoil my mom, give back to my family for all they have done for me but the tunnel is yet too dark. You know, sometimes you try to remain positive then the fear of not… Continue reading I’m just struggling to be…

Poetry

Her mind, who is she?

Trapped in the perceptions of what a girl from a good upbringing is this fragile little soul waiting to be allowed to  show her face.  Yes, over 1.7"she ain't little", they would say, but only those who have taken time to pay attention to her would know.  Crazy being when she's happy, yet her doleful… Continue reading Her mind, who is she?