POEM:
Arise and claim your throne
You, a queen that has fallen
The one with the buried kingdom and forgotten the throne
You, who surrendered her strength to the struggle
The pain cut off your wings
You could not fly
You stayed on the ground
Let go of the passion you possessed
Buried the dreams and wishes.
Arise and…
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
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…
My name doesn’t matter. What matters is what happened, because it happens to many of us. I grew up in a small village, thinking I’d marry young, have kids, and farm the land like my mother and her mother before her. It was the only life I knew then.
Then…
Have you ever felt alone in a crowd — with your family, friends, or even your partner?
If so, you’re not alone. That was me too. I often felt lonely, and no matter what I did, nothing seemed to cure my unique case of loneliness. I tried surrounding myself with…
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…
Letters to Stony
Title: It’s not what I did, it’s how you felt
I was happy, even when sometimes life got hard. I won and lost sometimes, but I was grateful for one thing: LIFE. I would randomly bump into you at my favourite store, at the taxi rank or sit…