“Real courage is when you know you’re licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.” —Atticus Finch I’m never really quiet about the fact Harper Lee’s novel was an inspiration to me. Her words changed the way I viewed life and I feel that it sent me on … More Goodbye Harper Lee
Dear World, you do not know me yet as I am not born. I understand that the world is beautiful, and full of green grass and water that shimmers in the sunlight. I hear the voices of those around me who speak of peace and love. Some people even pray that there is something above … More #DearWorld (A Response to #DearDaddy)
You told me that time didn’t stop for anyone, but that was before you showed me how your body was a clock. It ticked and it tocked. I heard it click and groan when you moved. The cogs slowly moved as you swept your way through this life and tried to keep it together. I … More Your Time.
She told me that words used to burn her, and she would cling onto the hope of it ending one day. Her hands showed the pain and the way she used to beat herself against the wall, and call herself names. I watched her pick the grass one day and thread it between her hands as … More She Told Me (Spoken Word)
You must feel special because I wrote this about you, scribble down marks and lines to you. You always told me you were never hurt, and never felt pain. But then again, you said you were ‘fine…’ and then couldn’t finish that line. I was so blind to you, when I was trying to be … More Not welcome Here (Spoken Word)
It was never glorious when they fought in the dirt, and died on the fields. When mothers heard of death, and fathers didn’t return home. It was never glorious when children ran from bombs, and slept scared at night. The war was real, but we see it now as a glorious time. We romanticise the … More It was Never Glorious (Spoken Word).
Free speech, free speech, do you want to spit it at me once again? Hide your words under a human right. A right to speak your views, what you feel, to tell the world how this is real. Free speech, a draft of your insults thrown into a computer, targeted at someones heart. Was it … More Free Speech (Spoken Word).
They told me to write a poem, one to celebrate the art of rhymes, structures and creating something beautiful. I’ve always hated the ritual of celebration, its infatuation done wrong. My poem was awful, shameful and downright dismal. They told me to write something beautiful. My body was my blank canvas, and I wrote the … More They told Me to Write a Poem (Spoken Word)
Tell me how you kissed her skin, and told her she was beautiful. How you spoke to her with that soft voice you use, when you tell me its okay. Tell me that she thought the world of you, and believed you were the one. That you showed her rainbows, and smiled when she danced … More Tell me How you Treated Her (Spoken Word).
To the girl I used to be, listen carefully to what I have to say and follow my advice. Don’t you dare sell yourself short, or believe you are never good enough. You don’t know this, but one day it will feel better, just believe. Yes, there will be bad days and good days, but … More To my Younger Self (Spoken Word).
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