In a room full of women
who look like home,
watching their smiles as welcoming as mats,
I am reminded
that my type of beauty looks nothing like theirs.
Nothing silk soft like how they hold the gazes of […]

Leave your gentle at the door.

Let me kiss you
and
make your lips quiver
like
sex on a broken bed.

Personify my eyes to make them
walk
the landscape of your body.

Tonight,
you are the grounds of […]

I woke up this morning
and sat at my grandmama’s feet.
The purest form of energy making a halo above me.
My grandmama
is the type of beautiful
that makes me imagine the entire world is soaked in God.
Her […]

You will not find what you are looking for here.
Go home.
I lost limbs and substance fighting this war.
Go home.
Love is that war.
Go home.
I held a white flag.
Go home.
The lover is always the loser.
Go […]

1.
You write
like someone who has been cut open.
Dragging your guts a metre into a verse.
They say heartache.
We, poets, say alchemy.
We can make almost anything look beautiful,
like
the suicide bombers […]