I’m sorry, I let you down… … More I’m sorry, I let you down (I let you drown) (Spoken Word)
What does skinny feel like?
And can I buy it on eBay? … More I’m The Girl (Spoken Word).
When I became a woman,
bitch became my nickname,
words were used to shame me… … More When I Became a Woman. (Spoken Word)
Dear Ex-Best Friend, I hope you don’t mind me writing, it’s been years since we last spoke. I’m still sad about what you did, and even more sad that it broke us up. I’m sorry we lost contact and I’m sorry I wasn’t a good enough friend. I guess we all grow older, and time … More Dear Ex-Best Friend.
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.
Featured image from Stacey Dooley Investigates: Mums Selling Their Kids For Sex. For as long as I can remember, Stacey Dooley has been one of my favourite documentary presenters. Her work has inspired me to see the world from different angles, consider my privilege and try to use my privilege to speak for those who can’t. … More Opinion Pieces: Stacey Dooley uses her privilege for good.
Truth be told, this despicable hashtag shows how much feminism is still needed in the world. As a feminist, I’ve encountered a few obstacles when trying to put across my views. However, today, I innocently decided to post a picture on Instagram of a new book I received on gender equality. I hash tagged it … More Opinion Pieces: Why is #Feminismiscancer even a thing?
I am wearing armour. My cheekbones shine, my eyeliner is a sharp as it comes. I am wearing armour. I’m ready to fight the world, I curled my eyelashes at least 5 times today. They’re as stiff as clay. I am wearing make up so ‘fleeky’ the girls call me a hoe, the boys think … More False Eyelash
I haven’t blogged for a while. Scratch that. I haven’t written anything for a while. I used to find the idea of writing what I felt down, to be sort of therapeutic. It was the way I worked out what was happening. I used it to untwist what was happening in my head. However, writing … More Personal Pieces: 2017 has started as such a difficult year.
Call me haunted, say that I used to flaunt it so much that I didn’t even know I had it. I call it my secret, for me to know, for my friends to keep, for my lover to sew into my skin. It lies so deep below, it appears every now and then, I tell … More I am Haunted (Spoken Word).