I am dragged from a

Bottomless ocean

To cough out thick

Slime-coated grunge

And as my body is purged

From a suffocating

Ribbon of weed –

I finally –

I finally am happy


Male Aggression

I have had an incredible year. Since March after I had a meltdown at work, and decided to change. I went on medication and joined Toastmasters. I was privileged to have a full year of work. I started a Graphic Design Diploma. And I gave my very first presentation to a large-sized audience.

This afternoon on a work conference call it all came crashing down. The client project manager used tone on me. In front of his team. I managed to hold it together, but as soon as I disconnected I burst into tears.

There is an automatic trigger inside of me. It invokes a feeling I have no control over. The aggression of a male.

This evening, I am wounded. Tomorrow I will be prepared. I will be strong.


‘Neither will win’, the audience says

Now that the contest starts 

For black men move without their heads

And white without their hearts.

‘And if one shall advance’, they said,

‘So much as one short pace,

His fellowmen shall shun him then

A traitor to the race’.

‘You wooden men give up the game,

For what are all these squares 

But black and white and black again,

The pattern of your cares?’.

The chessmen quickened into life,

For love has conquered pride,

Those that were angry face to face

Are quiet side by side.


I hid in a box 

Locked myself tightly within in 

I provided no view 

But only the darkness inside it 

 I lived in the dark, I struggled to see

I looked for myself, I couldn’t find me 

And then as I gave up 

To surrender and die 

I felt a strange object 

A smooth, solid gold

I pondered, and wondered 

What is this to me?

There is a purpose 

I know this to be 

My dreams came alive 

In the blackness of night 

Coldness of  air have no reason 

To fright 

I knew right away 

I knew what this was 

I had found it 

My treasure

I had finally found me 

I had found what I needed 

I found my own key