To WOMAN. To the ones who have come before us. Our mothers, grandmothers, great grandmother’s and aunties. For […]
A poem. The darkness may have made me tired, but it’s all coming together for good regardless.
You must be mad You must be mad to think that I could pretend nothing has happened You. Must. […]
I am different. Not in a ‘I am more special or better than others kind of way’, but […]