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Everyday magic
This is what magic feels like ..It is a July sunny Morning in Machakos,A sun that settles, not scorchesthe kind of sun that touches you gently,seeps into your skin,asks nothing of youbut to breathe.It is trees dancing with the wind,birds singing secrets at my windowbefore the world stirs awake.It is life,not striving,just being.It is the kiosks lining the roads,the scent of mandazis and…
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EVERYDAY MAGIC
This is what magic feels like ..It is a July sunny Morning in Machakos,A sun that settles, not scorchesthe kind of sun that touches you gently,seeps into your skin,asks nothing of youbut to breathe.It is trees dancing with the wind,birds singing secrets at my windowbefore the world stirs awake.It is life,not striving,just being.It is the kiosks lining the roads,the scent of mandazis and…
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Just Thoughts
Just ThoughtsI don’t know if what I write is poetry.I don’t know how to define it anymore.I don’t want to.Defining it confines me.It limits me.It makes me conscious of what I’m writing,Makes me overthink.I want to write without thinking about anything or anyone Unhinged.Writing from the depths of my soul.I want to write what I writeWithout worrying if I’ve followed any rules.I just want to write…
The oppressors, how they want us
They want us divided.They want us hopeless.They want us depressed.They want us silent.They want us dead.A nation silenced or a nation buried.They want to break our will,to crush us under the weight of their cruelty.They want us soulless,indifferent to each other —anything but united.They want everything,down to our last spark of joy.We cannot let them win!I refuse to let them win.Even with just…
Dark Feminine: Part OneHe is who I want him to be, Where I want him… and with haste!!!! He must not make me wait. Moulded, Darkly woven from want and ruin, just for me. He prays the way I taught him, Knows how to revere me, Singing praises so hauntingly beautiful, Calling me by all my ancient names: Giver and taker of life!!!Born of Bilquis!!He is willing to give his life simply to drown…
“Bag of Bones”I want to write all these emotions, spill them onto paper— they are screaming in my head, wanting out. My mouth has forgotten how to form words. They sit heavy in my chest, threatening to pull me under— a huge lump in my throat, home to a thousand unsaid words. Clawing, scratching from the inside— they want out. I want to cry it all out, but for a while now, I have been…
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Do you ponder as I do— how beautiful and fleeting life is? Our lives, exquisitely crafted, yet designed to fade. How terribly the same we all are, yet we waste time clinging to our differences. Do you ponder as I do— how we are all imitations of those before us? Borrowed faces.Borrowed bodies.In time, we return them to the earth.Just as every living thing must, as every plant fades, as every flower wilts. Borrowed time. We are ballerinas, dancing on the delicate thread of existence, fighting to keep balance as death looms over us— a constant reminder of the inevitable end. A beautifully executed story, beautifully melancholic. These borrowed bodies— they are only vessels. And yet, even with this knowing, fear lingers— the thought of becoming something I cannot remember. A soul. I am afraid of the unknown. Or will I remember it all when death’s shadow envelops me, devours me whole? Will I remember what it is to be a soul?
INTO THE UNKNOWN
“Lost in the shadows, battling the demons within. No turning back. ⚔️ #IntoTheUnknown #InnerWar”
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Two different moments Could otherwise be forgottenBut frozen in time and spaceThis teo different specific moments Moments i was aliveMoments I was in new placrs Now forever etched in memoryTwo different placesDifferent momentsBlue skiesI let goJust for a little while
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Roots entwined beneath the earth, branches reaching skyward—rebirth. Green veins pulse, like ours do too, flowing life in shades of hue. From soil to soul, the same design, woven threads of the divine. Black and brown, leaf and tree, one great breath, wild and free. No divide, no lines to sever, one heartbeat—now and forever.
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Morning Blues
Mother nature woke up a moody mess Like she could sense my inner distress Caught a case of morning blues Body resisting, won’t heed my cues Hormones raging, mind withdrawn Drained before the day’s begun Last thing i want to do is go to work Fake smile nod and talk Still i push through As Mother Nature shifts her mood. Between extremes, she sways, unsure A roaring…
So High
I walk among the people, reborn ,Taking up space without apology,No longer afraid to step boldly, No longer adjusting my outfit,Wrapped in old fears of prying eyes and silent judgment,Or the threat of unwelcome hands on my skin,I look good— I know I do.Tummy bare, curves embraced,Owning every inch of my being.Morning affirmations sealed the truth,Ganja lifts the weight of bad energy.I am so…
The Girl We Buried
The girl we buried in the darkest pits of our mind— She is knocking. No, pounding. Higher self,Fists against the walls, demanding release. She will not be silenced. She will not shrink. She will not stay caged in the dust of old fearsHigher selfffff!!!Every day, she rises—closer, louder, unrelenting. Daring you to look in the mirror. Not just glance, but see.To meet her gaze, fierce and…
I Have Made the "Mistake
I have made the “mistake” of being myselfIn a world that worships pretense.They have tried a thousand times to break me,Yet still, I rise—unbowed, alive. So they lock me in a cage,Auction me like a circus act—“Here she is, the girl who dares to embrace her flaws!Let the world see her, scorn her,Spit in her face,So she may know how ‘disgusting’ it isTo be unapologetically whole.” These are the…