I am Victim

When media coverage of femicide becomes matter of motives over victim, media covers the killer literally, shielding the inhumane acts of incumbent serial killers with notions of why the society is where it is and what it should do to stop prostitution, ergo, femicide. SAY NO TO FEMICIDE.

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Death Grips Me #2

II. Glass half-empty but I shattered the roof It’s grass! Long gone the days of oasis breeding with the sea, bursting at the seams, Student loans everywhere. Today I cannot even. My throat-singing wakes my predecessors Turns them in their graves. I am dancing in the belly of mine. Some of us come, some of […]

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The Habit of Falling (RAIN)

Hello readers. May ☺️☺️. May your month be graced by all the little butterflies in my stomach, and that fresh baby smell I’m oozing, because this is my month 😂🤗. Happy May. Enjoy this poem. The Habit of Falling : RAINIn a fit of confusion,they stumbleIn pitiful patterns of pata pata pata,Like people pressed to […]

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Fleshing out the feels

Describe a risk you took that you do not regret. For the longest time, I have been persistently pestering the man upstairs, the OG himself, God. I have been asking Him endlessly why He allowed me to meet you. I keep replaying it in my head, all the odds and possibilities that could have branched […]

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Yours, Pretty

Everyone keeps telling me to run away whenever I see you. You are fire and you know just how to consume everything on your path. Funny thing is that I come alive every single time you set me ablaze. They see fire but I see light. The only danger in my life is living a […]

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Flame, Beaten

I still live in the shadows of your fingertips embraceNailed to the words that formed around your lipsSharp as a sword they sped towards my open insidesAs your hands made no waste of time cuddling my neckI ran out of breath as I always do around youBut this time the flames of you traversed my […]

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EASTER TRIAD (III)

III. Incensed was the man of the clothFinding the fattened goat of offeringGone without as much as a bleat.The man promised he would sacrificethe culprit who had disappearedThe readied victim for slaughter.But sir, the Lord also sharedWith those unable to have and to eat.Boy, do not put your Lord to test.Does not the word say […]

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EASTER TRIAD (II)

II. Reject all notions of sanityFor sanity made humanityShow God their brutality.You strung up his right hand manFor stripping you off yourCloak of sinYou beat him upThat the scribes had to writeOf his newly transfigured face.Reject all notions of conformityAs it is the system of societyConsuming all opposing disparity.You refused to admitThat this visage you […]

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EASTER TRIAD

I. How warm is the firewhen it burns you insideTo look at the face of your masterAfter bluntly denying on sight?How cool is the wirewhen it grasps your neck tightTo remember the sale of the saviourFor a despicable arrest at night?How fair is your judgementwhen you reject the truth’s mightTo be beaten by crowd incitementFor […]

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