
Echoes of a Silent Struggle

I’m in a space where I’m too tired to convey my emotions into…

I’m in a space where I’m too tired to convey my emotions into…

For a certain kind that remembersThe workings of the tirelessly workingIn the fields,…

Step. Cool earth cradles my skin, each pebble a syllable, inscribing messages to…

We nurse your menstrual cramps, and pamper your waist pains. Pat your back…

I call you all the time, not because I want to disturb…

The Proud Ones At the crossroads where our fathers danced, I see…

It is becoming mundane,At least, that is the hope,The way these very good…