There is a problem, you see With having too many dreams The sky is alight with birds and planes But you are down below, with too many thoughts in your brain They are boulders in your pockets, birds in your head They weigh you down, and never let you get ahead One was enough, two…
Category: Writing
A long time ago
We were the best of friends. You’d follow me everywhere, your pudgy, waddling legs trying to keep up with me. I’d race ahead, sure you would follow. And you did. You wanted to do everything that I did. Wanted everything I wanted. Your innocent smile making me give you all the things you asked for….
The Zoo
We live in gilded cages The sun glinting off the golden spires Crowds rush in and out Trying to find the most attractive attraction We wait, patiently, with baited breath Our hearts pounding silently We wait and we wonder Will this be the day? That we are deemed worthy That we are selected They arrive…
The Colour of My Skin
The colour of my skin is brown. It’s not a glamorous shade, one that’s earned by vacationing somewhere exotic and warm. Nor is it acquired by lying outside for leisure by a pool in the sun. It is the colour of my ancestors, a people born and raised in countries down south. It is the…
Time
Its putrid breath lingers in the air, suffocating me and making my heart beat harder, faster, stronger. It is the heavy barrel of a gun, loaded on my shoulder with bullets the size of life, urging me to go, go, go. Never a moment to lose, never a moment to pause, never a moment to breathe….