Poems

I’m no Peter but I am walking on water. Some days I’m afloat and other days I am drowning. Taking it a day at a time is a stretch that I cannot reach out for so I take it hour by hour. I need to find my point of focus, but the sky is foggy from my tears coming down like a downpour. My vision is misty but I can just about make out the man far ahead of me beckoning me to come. So close and yet so far. A battle of the mind. Tug of war between my faith and my reality. I am sinking. Faith 0....
“I’ve got you” So they say. Seems like everyone has got you until The going gets tough. “I’ve got you” Always. Except always wasn’t all it cracked Up to be “I’ve got you” I thought I could make a home in your heart But I’ve been sent an eviction notice And I had to move, in the middle of the night “I’ve got you”. As a friend. Friends forever. Maybe that one is better. “I’ve got you”. No. I’ve got me. Nobody else has got me like I’ve got me.

Another year with the same issue One that I did not subscribe to But each time without fail It arrives. Another day with another friend Sending words of encouragement That it won’t last forever Except forever is here and refuses to leave I want a refund, I never signed up for this Please redirect the mail to someone else Because, Why me? It has been 11 long years, Not that I am counting of course. But at least I am counting something Even if it’s not my blessings And no, I am not surprised...
It’s 21:20 on a Wednesday evening And I realise that she needs to go. This image, this woman I expected to be by the age of 25. This image of perfection. She grew in my head, nurtured by the good words of others. ‘You’ve got this’ ‘You’re so bright’ ‘You’ll go far’ But maybe that was the problem; She wasn’t organic, She was man made. Grown in a culture of compliments with not enough dose of self belief. She would then graduate and join the company called comparison. Where...

She is the calm before the storm She is the storm in a teacup She is the cup that keeps on pouring Until She decides to stop or cracks. Whichever comes first. She is loud. She is quiet. She is sunshine on a rainy day And raindrops when the skies are clear She is light She is dark And any other hue in between That God graces her with And all are beautiful in their own right She does not need to dim her light She is in the recipes that have been passed down The photos that grace the mantelpiece...
Come, let's take a selfie together But not on my right side On the left Because that is my good side Nah. The lighting isn't right It's a bit too harsh. Let's try that spot over there. Natural light and all that jazz. *Snaps* Naaaah. This is not it. Way too much light Never mind. We will take a selfie next time. Except that next time never comes. You've been shot And I'm here trying to message you About what the news is trying to say happened to you And then I remember. Dead people do not...

For as long as I can remember I've always been uncomfortable with the term' strong black woman'. In my opinion it is just as dangerous as the 'angry black woman' stereotype and I'll discuss why I think so too. According to google one of the definitions of strong is : 'The ability to withstand force, pressure, or wear'. On the surface it's not necessarily a bad thing and really, who would want to be 'weak'? My issue is that when juxtaposed with 'black' as well it just becomes a double negative...
I don’t want to fall in love I want to walk into it A few steps at first and then a marathon ahead I need to enter with my eyes wide open and my heart intact you can’t always rely on those things called feelings. I’ve been looking for love for a long time and my heart is not the best sat nav constantly leading me to dead ends and sometimes sending me over the edge It’s high time I used something else to guide me an ‘upgrade’ of some type forget the heart, I’ll use my mind that...