I look into the mirror

I see someone different

Someone I am ashamed to look at

I then sloppily lower my eyes down

I look again, it aggressively break apart

Its pieces scattering everywhere

Leaving blood of pain

And scares as a reminder

Splitting my life into halves:

The Before and the After

I looked at the left pieces

Just to be broken apart

By me fading beauty

by: Bonolo. B Nkoketsang (2014)

Roses by Mia McInnis


We Are But Roses
Petals And Thorns
In Our Minds.
Cutting, Bleeding
Red As Blood
Comfort Fining
In Each Bud.

The roots reach down
The leaves reach out
The thorns protect us
From our doubts.

We Are But Roses
Both Strong And Small,
Here In This World
Our Garden Wall.
Each Is Different
Intertwine –
We Are But Roses
In Our Minds.


As My Heart Whispers

The Sense Of Loneliness Deepens

The World Curls Itself Around My Fingers

Orbiting Around My Past

Reflecting On The Good And Bad

That I Ever Done On This Earth


As My Heart Whispers

Thoughts Occupy My Mind

Memories Float Along With Locked Secrets

Regrets Weigh Heavily, Insecurities Inflame

With No Mask To Hide Them

Clearly Happiness Is Not Mine To Own


As My Heart Whispers

Fear Adulterate My Soul

Tears Assassin My Voice

The Power Of Silence Erupts

Leaving Me, Miserable As A Sin

Facing My Own Darkness

With Fading Dreams…!




Born In 1988, Warsan Shire Is A Kenyan-Born Somali Poet Who Currently Lives In London . She Is A  Writer ,Artist and Activist Who Uses Her Work To Document Narratives of Journey and Trauma.

I Describe Her Poetry As Plain, Fresh and Rare Because Of Her  Well Eloquence and Wisdom That Is Beyond  Her Years, With Lines That Hover and Linger For Weeks.I’ve Read Amazing Poems On Her Blog and Since Then I Fell Completely In Love With Work.

Today I Want To Share One Of My Favourite Poem UGLY from Her Book” Teaching my Mother How To Give Birth”



Your daughter is ugly

she knows loss intimately

carries whole cities in her


As a child relatives wouldn’t hold her

she was splintered wood and sea water

They said she reminded them of the war


On her fifteenth birthday you taught her

how to tie her hair like rope

and smoke it over burning frankincense


You made her gargle rosewater

and while she coughed, said

macaanto girls like you shouldn’t smell

of lonely or empty


You are her mother

Why did you not warn her

and hold her like a rotting boat

and tell her that men will not love her

if she is covered  in continents,

if her teeth are small colonies,

if her stomach is an island

if her thighs are borders?


What man wants to lay down

and watch the world burn

in his bedroom?


Your daughter ‘s face is a small riot

her hands are a civil war,

a refugee camp behind each ear,

a body littered with ugly things



doesn’t she wear

the world well


by: Warsan Shire


A Link To Her Book : http://www.amazon.com/Teaching-Mother-Birth-mouthmark-ebook/dp/B00DCD5W7S/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=1-1&qid=1379835518

Enjoy 🙂

Good day



Alone i keep thinking

Alone i keep praying

Alone i keep dreaming

Alone i keep waiting

Alone i keep wishing

Alone i keep hoping

Alone i keep wondering

Alone i am scared

Alone i am terrified

Alone i am ashamed

Alone i am hurt

Alone i am disappointed

Alone i feel pain

Alone i feel worthless

Alone i feel unloved

Alone i feel dead

Alone i cry and smile

Alone i fear

Alone i write poems


Phenomenal Woman

MAYA ANGELOU…a woman who color the world with words,woman of essence,woman of many talents,a pillar,she is truly  an inspiration..

Everyday  i read this poem silently in my heart

So today i thought i should share this inspiring poem form an amazing poet  to the world 🙂

Many people wonder

where my secret lies

I’m not cute or built

to suit a fashion model’s size

But when i start to tell them

They think i’m telling lies

I say its in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips

The stride of my step

The curl of my lips

I’m a woman phenomenally

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please

And to a man

The fellows stand or fall down

on their knees

Then they swarm around me

A hive of honey bees

I say it’s the fire in my eyes

And the flesh of my teeth

The swing in my waist

And the joy in my feet

I’m a woman phenomenally

Men themselves have wondered

what they see in me

they try so much but they

can’t touch my inner mystery

when i try to show them

They say they still can’t see me

I say, its in the arch of my back

The sun of my smile

The ride of my breasts

The grace of my style

I’m a woman phenomenally

Now you understand

just why my head’s not bowed

I don’t shout or jump about

or have to talk real loud

When you see me passing

it ought to make you proud

I say

its in the click of my heels

The bend of my hair

The palms of my hand

The need of my care

cause i’m a woman phenomenally

Phenomenal woman

Thats me