What could go wrong when watching Pink Panther?

This poem expresses the cycle of our lives; how innocent souls come to face the harsh and cruel world. They turn into monsters and the cycle carries on. But no matter how dark it gets, our souls will shine again one day.

A journey within to remember the essence of your true Self

“I am not too hard to love or too much; if anything I should be a reflection of the love I choose to have. I am loved and deserve the love I give. “

I am a woman in her twenties with big dreams en route to a beautiful destination and carrying her shitty ovaries, unwillingly, but happily with her.

I felt like I was a superhero being able to help everyone. But I wasn’t a superhero…

In my sunflower state of mind, there was peace, there was time and there was me.

Musings on African identity: to mixed children, my thoughts go out to you as you would feel quite like me.

Dissected, chopped and carved, like a butcher’s plaything / I am repeatedly punished everywhere I reside. 

Not everyone has a perfect relationship with their mother. That's fine.

At age thirteen, it had grown almost to the size of my fist. / I began to resent it.