I may be brought to my knees,
But I am not weak.
Though tears may fall from pain,
Frustration, and disappointment,
I will rise with a proud smile,
Filled with fulfillment, peace, and strength.
I may stumble and fall,
But I am not a failure.
Failure is not defined by falling
It’s about staying down.
And I refuse to…
A writer’s pen was my heart’s desire,
To weave tales and make words conspire,
But parents’ wishes, a different path chose,
A nurse’s care, my soul’s repose.
Yet fate had other plans, it seemed,
For business management, my skills beamed,
A different dream, a new design,
A journey unexpected, yet mine.
Though words still whisper in my…
Dark-skinned girl, I am
Lived through the rainbow colors
Saw all the distractions
My confidence shaken
My mind swallowed; as a dark-skinned girl, I kept moving.
Dark skinned girl
A word of power
A power through my veins
A force pinning through
Shades of colour influencing my thought
But I remembered I am a dark-skinned girl
I kept moving.
Dark skinned…
While we still have time, let’s gather around.
Let us share laughter and jokes freely.
Let’s continue to cherish each other’s grace.
Let’s make the most of this precious time.
While we have time, let’s chase our dreams.
We are working towards our goals.
Also taking a breath to ourselves
To reflect and nourish our souls
While…
My name is Prisca, a young, dark African girl. I grew up in the southeastern part of Nigeria, West Africa. This is the story of how I moved from a fearful little girl trying to survive the societal impacts of her community to a confident young lady who is…
That night, I sat on my bedroom floor, the remnants of my day scattered around me—unfinished personal projects, unanswered messages, and a growing sense of isolation. The walls felt like they were closing in, a reminder of everything I had neglected. I had allowed doubt and fear to take…
I am the sting in your strong coffee,
I burn habitual liars’ tongues.
They don’t even feel good between the thighs anyway.
This poem is a melody of praise
for men who mend the ruins of childbirth
and storms,
for women who have experienced
the actual ruptures of soul and spirit.
These words are butter for your…