This girl I’ve just seen,

You would not believe,

Her wig cap is showing.


It’s not what you think.


She tried,

She did.

But this style girl…

is no hit but a miss.

A back view would have truly dismissed.


I wish I knew you.

Just to tell.

I hate that I didn’t.

I’m not that person. 

I mind my business.


I stand on the ladder

watching behind.

Down it goes down.

Don’t venture to town.


I looked

just looked

and then I got hooked.


I sit

I type,

But each time I write.

I wonder just how,

This story would play.

If I would have just started off with a “hey”.


Would you be thankful?

Or see it as spiteful?


Reality check…..

I didn’t

I couldn’t.

Nothing at all.


Let’s hope someone else had guts for it all.



For the first time, I don’t care who likes my content.

I type and I send.

Words speak for themselves.

You like it or hate it.

Not read at all. 

The fact is I wrote it, it’s there for all.

My best come with blunts and alcohol.

I pray the ones reading this have understanding.

These words as they come are very demanding.



Black knuckles.

Dark skin.

The ultimate struggle.

Whoever proposes,

No pic of the ring.


No bleach from a distance

My skin tone protests,

Dark knuckles remain,

No finger is saved.


Dark knuckles-

How about I show them more?

This silent taboo

Is not just my trait

I know some are out there

Not really just me.


I stand for dark knuckles.


A true representative.



These two as I see them,

Here on the platform.

So different they are.

But how did they meet?

They kissed!


Something just clicked.

This world can be all we want to be.

A couple both men.

Is how they appear.

But why was I told that all this is wrong? 


just this,



not demons as mum had said.





That’s the word!


just live!

Just as who you are.

Dear two men,


To you, I say thank you.


The clarity given is precious to me.

We are who we are. 

Live it don’t hide. 

Why stay here,

Why be here,

if one cannot?

A world that’s authentic

That’s what I crave. 

I’m happy I saw it.

This journey is saved.

Tall Girls


I’m on the train with this woman.

I’m crouched near the door just so I can lean on the glass since their are no seats.

She looks at me as if to say, ” Why do you have your neck bent like that?”

You see we are both tall girls.

Someone stands up from the seat behind me and the fellow tall girl tries to fight for it.

She losses.

But manages to secure the space opposite me.

A couple seconds……

I look at her,

She’s bending just like me just to lean on the seat window.

These are the types of struggles we tall girls go through.

The central line doesn’t rate us.

Most buses don’t either.




Although there’s no rhythm to what I may write.

Please hear me, I tell you. 

No rules.

Just truth.

I call it poetic

I speak from within.

Don’t judge this, just read.

Just read I plead.

I just did a rhyme.

I do cause I can.