I do not remember when but I know that at about seven years old I was very hardened.
, I did not really care and I could not understand why all the young people around me cared. They would constantly remind me that I was a girl, I needed to be soft and prettier. I knew myself as a survivor; ever since I had known myself, I knew I had to fight for myself and what was right. Once upon a time when I was a baby, I used to sleep on a piece of tattered...
Sunday, 15 May 2016
Sunday, 8 May 2016
#Cinnamon
Your friends never told you
Mothers are like cinnamon
That their eyes are factories of sugar?
When you were born,
You tasted like a little war
A little atomic bomb
Waiting to worsen other wars and burn the world.
Then she looked at you
You were crying
And she said to you
"I can neutralize the poison in your...
Wednesday, 4 May 2016
Living in shadows
Your father taught you to be a runner and a winner
So you run into innocent ladies' heart and colonised it.
Your father taught you how to drink and quit
So your drank from the thighs of innocent souls
And quit when you broke their hearts
Like how your self has been broken.
Be a mason
Learn how to build your own thoughts.
Learn...
