UNTITLED This ain’t easy at all, So bravo to you, You brave and authentic soul, What courage you show, To know you are no longer alone, Courage, I know you felt as if you …

I got the invite. I want to SCREAM.

A single Word Dub poetry Spoken word Beat poetry Slam poetry Transformative poetry Poetry pure poetry Open heart dissolves the chains that once were viewed as unbreakable invites me to see that it is …

Stigma will no longer sew my lips shut, it cannot. Stigma will no longer shame me into a shell, it cannot. Stigma is the toxin that runs through society, but no longer through me. …

Shame wreathes my morning, like the thickest mist. I trickle through the day, craving the night. I scour those nights. Does peace hide, in some scream? But where to find it? I can’t even …

I grazed my rage today. It flushed my skin. A lava-storm erupted deep within But stayed inside, for grown-up girls and boys Are not supposed to make an angry noise. Bugger that! I AM, …

'Just tickling', but his grasp betrays the lie. Outside, the playground squeals its playground fears. He splays the me-child, flesh against his thigh, Manoeuvres that shame shudder down my years. The nature study jam-jars …

He took a piece of me. He took the peace of me, my Godfather. And, my God, Father, I need it back. Now. Please? Peace - Oh, I remember you. You endless summer of …

She took the same book out of her church library about 30 times between the ages of 8 to ten. Oh,  how I wish I could have held her close and told her again …