Saturday, 15 April 2017


Darling, you are beautiful and smart.
No one can deny that.
You can do so much better, this is juat a pitstop a long the way.
Beauty he dislikes you because you don't want anything to do with him,
Know this, you're a better woman because of this.
This man is wretched, abusive, a user of women,
He'll try to break you,
Becky, hold still.
Becky, be firm,
Do not let your guard down.
He may think his authority earns him a pass into every woman's haven,
Let's proove him wrong.
Becky, stand firm, stand tall,
Keep saying no.
Becky, I want to fight for you but you are scared,
An abusive relationship is the same regardless of the stand,
No woman deserves to be mistreated even in another man's land,
Becky, this woman, won't let you stand alone.
Becky, I know you are scared, I know I do not understand,
But I shall fight for you and take a stand.
Becky, I once was you,
Until a strong man told me I did not have to be.
Since then, I have stood bold and strong.
Becky, let me help you.
We are women,
We are strong,
We aren't meant to sit in abuse.
We shall get through this,
We shall win.


I am staring at the blank page of my document,
I have so many things to write.

Stories, the poems seem to be a bit quieter these days,
But, I am hesitant.

Should I write what I feel?
What I know?
What I imagine?

What do I feel?
Many things, all at once, all at the same time.

What do I know?
My life, I suppose.

What do I imagine?
Too much all at once.

So, I hesitate.

I have never been good at having a first draft, writing it down then reading it all over again, then changing and writing,
Draft upon countless draft.
That's not me.

But, how will I know if it's good?
Cause, your soul will smile when you've written it out.


It grips my typing hand every time I take to the keyboard.

Let it go,
My creativity whispers,
What's the worst that could happen?


Tuesday, 11 April 2017


I think the definition of wealth needs to change.

For so long I have been told and have understood that wealth is all about your bank account, your wallet, your professional title. You are not wealthy if you do not have that good job, with that good wallet and that good bank balance.

I think my whole family is allergic to saving, just a side note.

So recently, sitting with my job that was tormenting me day and night looking at my bank balance wondering why the number never seems to stay above a certain amount, I have tried God knows, but let's not forget the allergy I mentioned above.

I realised, I have been taught the wrong definition of wealth. It has nothing to do with money. Nothing to do with success and nothing to do with happiness.

Wealth, what I believe, my new definition is; how healthy you are, how happy you are and how at peace of mind you are because that all determines the quality of life you have and if that quality is not good, then you are nowhere to wealthy.

I have never been so unhappy to get up and got to work, to face another nine hours at a place with little to offer besides a salary, Never had I asked myself over and over again, "why? why? why?" every single day of my life.

This made me question my morals, my life, my dreams, my goals, my desires, my thought process my whole life. I did not like where I was and how I was. Desperately in need for a break, tired all the time, often unhappy and cursing each day.

Negative, negative,negative.

What was I thinking? I was really on the brink of a career meltdown.

Then I hit a wall, a medical wall, that saw me entering the theatre days after learning about my condition, shocking, striking, a punch in the face out of nowhere.

I thought, I was chasing wealth, I realised I was running away from my happiness, my health, my peace of mind. I was emotionally, spiritually and peacefully broke. I had nothing but unhappiness, negativity and no will to get up in the morning.

I was nowhere near wealth at all.

Thus the change in definition.

Wealth; peace of mind, state of happiness, good health, self love.


I am not pretentious,

I am who I am.

I can't be the other girls,
They aren't me.

So while you may be waiting for me to be like them,
I dance to the tune of my drum,


Get away from me,
With your conformity,

I refuse to be another you,
Baby I'm all original me.

They may have the good hair,
Tight bodies and a smile so bright,

But I,
I've got the stars and the sun,
I've got the moon in my life
And dreams burning bright,

So while you focus on a look,
I'm focusing on a being.

Marching to my own drum,


Who are you to lead me I don't want to follow anyone,
My story is my own, I'll write it up and tear it up
To write it  all again.
Don't try to deceive me, telling me who I should be,
I have an everlasting beauty beating in my veins,

So, show a little kindness,
Accept me for who I am
Make no judgement, just try to love the scars and flaws

I'll always be different, there's no similar one,
There's beauty in individuality, not all must conform.

So, let go of your expectations,
I fell short the moment you laid them down,

If you don't understand, just listen to the beating drum,


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