Growing up on a farm 30 kilometers away from the nearest village, I began working every December at a vegetable shop located diagonally across from the bank starting at the age of 15. This experience eventually led to a job interview and an offer to join the bank when…
You fall apart on your bathroom floor
These four walls torment me day and night
You spend your mornings collecting the tears
Your evenings counting the scars
How silly it is,
That the weeds keep shooting up in the garden that is your heart .
You pluck them out
To replace them with flowers of joy
Then…
POEM:
Do you remember?
When we laughed without fear,
The days of milk and honey
Back when we lived for today
Never afraid of tomorrow
Smiles decorated our child like faces
As we twirled and danced our fears away
Offsprings of love and peace
Naive to the world and its rage
We held on to hope
Never letting the sun…
FemaleHood
Being a woman is learning
how to exist loudly
in a world that prefers you quiet.
It is carrying questions in your body,
answers in your silence,
and still choosing softness.
It is remembering yourself
even when the world tries to name you first.
It is becoming,
every single day,
without permission.
– By AJ Pearl
aka Aisosa Joseph
Instagram: SheIsAJPearl
I know how daunted people can feel by the exchange rate.
It is up to us to do better so It finds us in check.
Some say budget, others emphasize the knowledge in financial point,
I say, know you and understand your means.
Understand, have a relationship, most importantly; communicate with your pockets.
We all…
Mirror, Mirror. Who’s the prettiest of them all?
Not me. Certainly.
Look at all the beauties out there.
Surely, have you seen my crooked smile?
What about my pimples?
And what about my big ears?
Oh, how glad I am that you can only see my face.
For I hear my legs are manly, far from…
The Morning After
One morning,
she’ll find herself
scrubbing her body too hard.
trying to peel off
the fingerprints he left behind.
not just on her skin
but in the corners of her silence.
The water will burn,
but not as much as the memory.
She’ll cry without sound,
because screaming
never helped her then either.
She said no
but the room swallowed…
It hurts to hear, it hurts to know
Women and children all over the world,
Having their lives cut short, don’t you know?
Murdered, abused, their voices silenced each day
A pain that echoes, in every way
Girls, each day, lost to violence and pain
Their futures stolen, their dreams in vain
It hurts, it aches,…
Emotional being,
We are with our emotions
Emotions pokes the tip of my nail
Searching for peace, to find nothing relatable,
living within me, and then to find nothing at all.
The sun pumps my smile – a new plum of smoke
straight into the my awareness,
A loud guilt that pierced through and out.
My face…