Free Xpresion

the thousandth time I caught myself looking straight down your cleavage stopping short of and crash landing unto your heart the thousandth time your smile imprints on my mind and your giggle plays over and over again in my heard a one hit wonder the thousandth time my heart skips and I break a sweat when you turn the corner the thousandth time you brushed your fingers against my skin and I I felt a million volts rip through my core bouncing around inside me with no escape the thousandth time you come to me crying about how he doesn't love you anymore the thousandth time I remind you that you can do better, that you deserve better. the thousandth time I wanted to tell you that I will never break your heart. that I will cherish you and love you and be there for you and worship at the altar of your feet. that I was that BETTER the thousandth time I remember the first time you told me you loved me like a brother. and I knew our fate was sealed even tho you make m...

Mornings are the worst. Your eyes struggle to adjust to the dimly lit room  The sun pushing against the dark fabric of your curtains to get a glimpse of your misery The birds tease you with their singing knowing very well you can never be as happy as them As free, as high You unfurl yourself from the fetal position you always find yourself in The only position you find comfort in because it reminds you of a time that you were not born with promises of a miscarriage  It reminds you of what Papa said when he found those bruises on your face He said, son When those bullies hit you you better hit back  But if you can’t my son Ball up Get into that position and protect the important stuff Protect your face because it will hide your shame Protect your genitals for that will ensure that if you lose this fight, your kids will have the chance to win it someday You promised Papa you will never have children  Mornings are the worst you see...

I consider myself to be an earthy person Tree hugging Gaea worshipping son of the sun My roots go deep and spread wide like hip hop culture I bear no fruits I carry no flowers My story is written on the stripes of my bark My essence brewed into bitters, putting hairs on the chest of men while coercing them to feed on my purpose Live to serve I die to serve no one My father is an asshole Like assholes come his father was an asshole too.  I am not my father’s son! My father stands for everything wrong with patriarchy. Everything he stood for he learnt from his father. I am not my father’s son! My father wishes his son will forgive him. My father’s father wished his son will understand his path was different. I am not my father’s son!  I may have come from his balls but my balls are bigger than his. I may have called him Papa or Dada growing up, but he certainly was never my father. I may have watched him hurt woman after woman, watched mother’s t...

I was dreaming I was a hero Not the ones that can fly or have some other superhuman powers  No Just a regular Joe who stood for what was right Taking down bullies with a karate chop to their heads Damn that felt good Why the fuck is my phone ringing? Who the fuck calls before seven? Oh, it’s my brother wandering if we could still make our date today.  Sorry bro, not today. My plans do not include thinking about tomorrow. Maybe that was the trigger. The reason why my brain is acting up again.  For the thousandth time I try to pinpoint the event that precedes a ton of despair weighing down on me. I try to understand what I did wrong to be punished with wave after wave of rising tides of doom, washing over my limbless body My head barely out the water but still drowning in the putrid air of failure above me.  Maybe it is time I realized that my mind has a mind of its own. That my mind needs no reason to fuck me up or be fucked up. I just have ...

What is ugly crying? A picture of my cousin crying at her father's funeral. What is grief? The murmurings of my auntie as she watches the casket close on her brother. What is patriarchy? The sniffling of my brother, holding back tears that will otherwise be flowing down the ridges of his crooked nose. What is love? The bond that brings my step mother to within ten meters of me without me cringing. Who am I kidding? I wish this was her funeral so I can dance on her grave.

Black and white Streaks of red Canopies that block out the sun while floodgates of tears open Women crying Men holding back tears with generations of practice The sounds of catholic hymns I have never heard Family Friends One father less I never knew one could dance while sad.

Your name evokes images of grand mother's smile as she dishes out her famous banku with okra stew. I have always enjoyed how your joy has no filter and clearly no boundaries Escaping to touch all around you With a smile With a hug A hug You Light on your feet You float through life a free spirit Inhibited only by the fleeting fear of the wrath of your fantasy and the harsh reality of society's role for you Today Today I saw you smile again Today I saw you light on your feet once more An angel, a nymph, a mythical creature to put the deities of beauty to shame Today I saw a circle pray around you Wishing you well as you journey to another beginning I prayed too Not to any deity in particular but to the universe I prayed the the odds will forever be in your favour That your feet will remain light and your joy boundless That you shall remain always Cecilia Bringing memories of childhood delights and grandmother's smiles to everyone.

times gone by i love you was the open sesame  to the treasure trove inside your heart  the key that unlocked your will  causing clothes to part ways for flesh now it seems like each TIME i try to input that password my caps lock is on but my caps lock is on 'cos i can't scream this any louder I LOVE YOU!!! now open sesame...