Sometimes I wonder why it always has to be me,
The one who is left behind,
The odd one out,
The one making jokes that nobody laughs at,
Never anyone’s cup of tea.
I mean, you wouldn’t understand,
Since my face hides it so well.
You won’t see what’s behind this beautiful smile,
Or beneath this extroverted…
Why does it seem,
like nothing will work out?
It feels like,
all hope is lost.
Why do I feel,
indecisive?
I struggle to do things,
that make me happy.
It seems like,
I haven’t found my personality yet.
No matter how hard,
I try to trust God,
I feel like giving up.
I struggle,
to trust God consistently.
I feel like,
I can never…
Dear youth,
remember you shine.
Celebrated and embraced,
just for being you,
divine.
A little kindness,
goes a long way.
Making the world brighter,
starting today.
Embrace your capabilities,
your unique flair.
Be yourself,
with or without others there.
Find your voice,
make a difference too.
In a world of challenges,
inspire others anew.
Share your stories,
spread hope and light.
Dear youth,
may your spirit take flight.
By Lorna…
Curled up on the floor,
At the corner of my room feeling sour.
Few nights I cried myself to sleep,
Yesterday was day four.
Cascade of emotions and thoughts,
Nostalgia and regret taking the fore.
What should I have done differently?
For this, I have fought with my thoughts.
I’m so angry – sad and angry at…
I want to acknowledge to myself and the universe
that I am a beautiful woman—
whole, radiant, and worthy.
Not because someone sees it,
but because I do.
And when love finds me,
it will be because it recognizes what I already know,
that I am deserving of care, softness, and joy.
I am tired of always…
Alice was the first woman
who told me I am beautiful.
We sat across from each other,
and she looked at me and asked,
“Do you know you are beautiful?”
Before I could answer Alice, she
she smiled and said,
“You are beautiful.
Don’t let anyone else make you feel otherwise.
Especially boys.
If they make you doubt it…
Love is like a poet writing a poem –
Crossing out words,
Erasing sentences and lines,
Sometimes trashing the whole page.
He might do this with rage,
Then start again on a new slate
With more love, not hate,
Searching for the right words –
The perfect fit for his heart’s expression.
So don’t stop loving.
You might meet…
I finally realized that I poisoned myself with hatred,
Because I hated everyone and everything I set my eyes on.
Hatred took my dignity,
It took away the beauty within me
And it all cost me my life.
Because of hatred,
I ran away from reality,
I couldn’t face it anymore.
Hatred penetrated my heart with its…
My name is Tshegofatso Kgosintwa. I am the founder of the BIG Sister Society, a digital anti-gender-based violence (GBV) movement I created in March 2021.
My journey didn’t begin with the work I do today. It started when I was just three months old. In 1995, I tragically lost my…