Saturday 24 January 2015

Love Thine Own self.


He said he loved her
Like no other, do what another wouldn't do
Said he would forever have her etched in his memory
Just like a tattoo

Tuesday 20 January 2015

I Love My Sister.


She had always been the prettier one and I was the other one. Dowdy looking against the epitome of elegance that my sister was. Our names were even on a battle. She was called Esmeralda and I had to deal with the boring name; Faith.
She looked like a gypsy; her beauty was dark and bold, height that could defy most boys, hips that called to be stared at, breasts that were made for soft kisses and caresses. I think she was sent to the world to tell my parents that he was sorry for giving me to them. She was as kind as an Angel and as beautiful as a dozen angels.


She was the younger one and could be irresponsible if she chose to, but since she was the exact replica of perfect she had to be good. That's why on this fateful day I don't feel the slightest pain or guilt. She had to go, in life we eliminate things that prove to make things difficult for us, all because of her my parents stopped loving me. No boy walked up to me to ask me for my ugly name all they ever wanted to talk about was the irresistible, surreal, unattainable Esmeralda, they only settled for me when they felt having sex with me would make me paint them in a good light before her eyes. Pity became my best friend, aunts and uncles only remembered her. All the while in my head I keep screaming “I was here first!!!".
I was the slut in the family, because I couldn't get love from the people that I wanted to love me the most. So I looked for it in the trousers of different boys, that didn't work. Drugs didn't either and alcohol made me angrier. I don't think she realised what she was doing, she was just living her life as the princess of the world. Now I would have you know I'm not ugly, it's just like placing a china doll against a Rag doll. Her beauty overshadowed mine. She was the good, I was the bad. She was the gift and I was the mistake. I was too busy been ugly both on the inside and outside for my parents to notice that I was dying inside. But I knew deep inside me that I was destined for greatness, which I may never achieve if she was in the way.
I hated her so much. That doesn't make me a bad person just a normal one. We all hate our competitions.
As her coffin was lowered to the ground I felt relief, like a blanket was lifted off me, I even felt like the sun was smiling on me already. I no longer felt guilty for pushing her down those steps; I felt joy from knowing that hindrance in my life was over. My life could start now and Esmeralda could go and join God in heaven where she should never have come from in the first place.


Friday 9 January 2015

My Great Expectations.



My expectations are not the things I want but what others expect of me
I’m a young black girl, who is fighting to not be defined
Either by my colour or gender
Not to be defined by my grades or likes
But I, we all live in a segregated world
Where everything and everybody has sections
Where a faction makes a person not the person a faction
I want to be a free spirit but even spirits have sections