I see bees, working in the hive, grateful for their lives, thanking God that they’re alive. Bees, buzzing in the breeze, making most of the day, dodging all the leaves, but taking time to pray. Even though the day before, they lost so many, they refuse to give in, still work to earn … More Bees.
And here’s why… I’m blatantly sick of the people who say they dislike 13 Reasons Why because it’s boring- can we just discuss this for a moment. How could you find this kind of programme boring? I believe it’s because we’re made to face what actually happens in life, how people are treated and how … More 13 Reasons Why Should make You feel Uncomfortable.
I wish I could say I’m sorry, but I just can’t find the words… please don’t curse me for what I say, I just want you to know I’ve never been okay. You were my lover, always hated by my brother, loved by my mother and always ready to take another… I want to say … More My Poor Rose, you rotted… (Spoken Word)
I don’t know how to start this. How do you write something like this? I wish there was a simple way. A way to say, ‘I’m sorry for what happened’, without sounding as distant as the moon. Maybe it’s too soon to talk about this, but then I can’t miss this time. I wonder how … More We can Never Forget what They saw. (Spoken Word)
You said the body held power, but then I watched everyone around me crumble. And the people that once stood like skyscrapers now fell to the floor. They became a blank page, a closed door and nobody could stop them from losing control. I watched you unfold into nothing but dust, and I think that … More The Bodies
Dear World, you do not know me yet as I am not born. I understand that the world is beautiful, and full of green grass and water that shimmers in the sunlight. I hear the voices of those around me who speak of peace and love. Some people even pray that there is something above … More #DearWorld (A Response to #DearDaddy)
She told me that words used to burn her, and she would cling onto the hope of it ending one day. Her hands showed the pain and the way she used to beat herself against the wall, and call herself names. I watched her pick the grass one day and thread it between her hands as … More She Told Me (Spoken Word)