Fuck that! This is a look into my head; what it's like, the things unsaid. It is not a political statement about the deteriorating state of the world. The world will go the way of the hand basket because 7 billion odd people are goading it on. I'm just trying to figure out how to deal with the inevitable crash of 7 billion people perpetuating trash.
Saturday, 19 September 2020
hogwash
My art espouses the paradoxically preeminent conundrum that art is simultaneously an expression and a critiqie of... *record scratch*
Thursday, 17 September 2020
in absentia
I'm alone, but my heart feels like it's in deep conversation with another. I have this nagging feeling that I could turn around and see them standing there; my company in absentia.
Maybe it's the music.
Maybe the melody is one I have grown so familiar with, it feels like an old friend, talking to me. Telling me, "you're not alone. Never really."
Sunday, 2 August 2020
Sunday, 26 July 2020
Saturday, 13 June 2020
I cried
I cried today.
For the first time since I was in university
When some pained soul cruelly tossed a part of his misery in my face after my offer of help.
I cried then, deeply, from my spirit; body wracking sobs that purged the toxicity from my being.
I cried the same again today,
I purged the toxicity of having to hold my head up through my misery
I cried to rid myself of the misguided feeling that I had something to prove to anyone.
I cried, not because a movie made me sad
Not because I felt the pain of the world.
I cried because for the first time in a long time, I felt my own pain; allowed myself to feel vulnerable to myself.
I cried, deep, body-wracking sobs
I cried the one dimensional, strong black woman trope out of my system.
Friday, 14 February 2020
Saturday, 1 February 2020
Undone
Frayed at the seams;
Exposing the tangled mess within.
Fragile stiches, looped through tired holes;
How much mending can one fabric hold?
Darn the hem that rips the cloth!
Tack in the feelings unravelling forth.
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