(been a while since I’ve shared but recently been inspired to write again, not just from the head but from the heart… but like you say, “good things take time”, and as promised, “always write…”) For me… It had been six months of outbursts and release, sporadic moments of excitement and unanticipated bouts of silence, … Continue reading Submerge, Merge, Emerge
Dear Darling, You asked me recently to opine on your 'issue' Though it's pretty obvious, given all the clues Seems you're scared to feel what's real to you Scared of projecting what you've been through All the while desiring adventure and something new Yearning to love freely breaking from your ideals and rules Still, guarding … Continue reading Poem to You
What’s it like to be your kid? To exist merely for academic bids Whose purpose is merely to grow up and work Earn status for the family and that’s his whole world? What’s it like to be your kid? To get A’s at school but still get hit? With your excuse being that she looks … Continue reading What’s It Like To Be Your Kid?
You sent him a message of choked up resentment Your perception of his flaws with no acknowledgement of yours An entire projection of manipulative assumptions Your subjective interpretation of traits to portray his existence as a mistake Though, without you in the way He has actually been able to change All this while you've been … Continue reading — r i c o c h e t — A Poem, For You
This is to the teachers who put me on a pedestal The only ‘justification’ they used bordered cultural and racial This is to the classmates who sectioned off by sex With girls to the right and boys to the left This is to the headmasters who signed off on those papers Took bribes from the … Continue reading School: A Trauma
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I come from a nation large and strong Where we raise our voices in song Sing praises unto the heavens and earth With a dozen languages of different words Our people, we know of tragedy and pain We know more of loss than of gain Yet we seek not to dominate We seek a commitment … Continue reading South Africa
Spencer was new to school and hadn’t quite decided who to be. Having the benefit of a unisex name meant that Spencer had also chosen not to identify as ‘he’ nor ‘she’ but ‘it’ or ‘Spence’. On the first day, Spence dressed in such a manner that its gender could not be identified at first … Continue reading Spencer
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 