My mother is my queen— between my Maker and me, she is the bridge, the gentle space, the sanctuary on earth. Her crown? Love. She wore it from the day I was conceived, through every breath I have taken, every heartache I have survived. Layer upon layer, like a nesting gift box, she crowned each...
My florist is my friend— we share a silence, wide and understood. But today, a crack of awe broke through: not the same art as last, yet art. And I am mesmerised— its effect on me shall never end. Summer lingers at the door, not fully here, but something has begun— a gentle anticipation, each...
This is a raw, joyful energy with a flowing and poetic tribute to you my Queen. Your Graceful Voice If you had written songs, they would forever be at the top of the charts in my heart and soul. I would choose them again and again to celebrate life, and I would play them in...
When the world spoke of women, it often did so in whispers, in margins, in “issues.” We, most of us, do not take our lives for granted— we cannot afford that ‘luxury.’ For us, survival breathes in everything: the mundane and the colossal, the daily bread and the broken glass. Women the world over have...
LOVE IS FOR LIVING (Not Just for Keeping) There’s enough love to go around. You can interpret it any way that works for you. Or misinterpret it in the same breath. Sometimes we love only what makes us feel good. Sometimes we love without even realizing it, because love doesn’t always announce itself. It slips...
He was too busy hoping she’d be the best for him. He omitted looking at his own flaws, overlooking her need for him to be her other half. Each time she falls, he hopes she’ll be fine. I’ll always be here for you. You’ll always be mine. I’d do anything to make sure you are...
I received your air hugs— kept them safe inside my bags, then portioned each soft gift in two: some became the balm I rub around my eyes, into my skin; some I steeped as perfume’s hymn— a fragrant pleasure, breathed-in fine, to make me smell like peace and pine. I heard your message, saw the...
You stood across the river, gold in hand, A chest of diamonds gleaming in the light. Come cross, you said. Together we will stand And share the treasure. Everything is right. I trusted not your riches, but your word— The only coin you placed inside my palm. We built a bridge where every promise stirred,...
MOTHER, I AM COMING HOME “It takes learning and experience, to learn” You are the queen of your castle Mother—not because you expect bows at your feet, but because you never once let complacency or self-pity keep a throne. You gave me rules without cages. Lessons without chains. And I repaid you with ‘cruelty’. I...
THE MARKS She was a keeper, not a player. You mistook her stillness for a slayer. Her tongue, a clean brush dipped in ink, Not to startle, not to shrink. She does not blush—not for lack of heat, But because her melanin and her peace are complete. Mean? That is for the observer to decide....