A Lament of the Growing Futility of our Rage

our anger has no ability to destabilise they have grown accustomed to our anger.   our anger is their profit deliberately deliberately they anger us the more we scream cry destroy ourselves the more they line their pockets  thicken and bulge with the acidity of our anger our anger is so profitable they now sell […]

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decay

of depression

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Broken Friendships

I caught myself thinking about you the other day I catch myself wanting to tell you things I find myself telling stories about you I think I miss you But I’m too embarrassed. What do I say? How do I apologise for growing away and apart?

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The Bitch is Back

Who is she? Is she me? You? My spirit animal? Maybe she’s an attitude. She’s breathing defiantly in toxic white hypermasculine spaces She’s loud Black Unwaveringly herself Vulnerable without fear It’s me, I’m that Bitch

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Because They are Black Womxn, Like Me.

“I love Miss Letsaba because she is black like me” That was my Grade 3 contribution to my school’s annual magazine. I think we might have been asked to describe what we liked best about our teachers.  I remember a white “friend” reading this back to me in Grade 7, as if it were something […]

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Arriving at Black Girl Fest. A Love Poem.

 These womxn! The hair, the face beats, the clothes. Look at how creative they are. Listen to how smart they are. How is it possible that all of them are so beautiful, smart and talented? Like Wow! and then I realise, even me! I am these womxn! -what it feels like to look into the […]

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Of Defiant Love

It is a defiant thought A growing rebellion My deepest, happiest, most frightening secret: I love myself even when I am love and hate all at once even when death visits more than life that which I detest about myself, isn’t unloveable. it is deeply intertwined with that which I love. I am flawsome Loveable […]

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Black, Black, Blackity, Black: A Caucacious Encounter with a Becky

“the other day…you know…sit down, let me talk to you. The other day when you were dressed… in your clothes, you look very pretty, you’re a pretty girl- but you don’t need all of that. You don’t need those big earrings, all of that (makes motion of headwrap above her head), you don’t need the […]

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Coconut Oil

I’m sitting here, on my bed, on her bed, a strange bed, it is still my first week in England. I have just taken a shower and I’m doing my daily pocrastinatory day-dream before I put cream on. I’m thinking. Thinking of my childhood, its many contradictions, my discomfort then and coming to terms with […]

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