Yearning to Succumb

Haunted by possessed predators, I sought spiritual shelter Baptised by cold water with hot charcoal beneath my feet   A tear of relieve flowed down my cheeks and cleansed my soul Claps and praises were welcomed with expectations of glory Joy filled the world for a slight minute that night before I drifted away Then…

The Fraud in Me

I realized I hated her kind. The type that had it easy. Born in stability, not a silver spoon but close to one. The perfect voice, accent, the slender silk skin with the perfect head shape and beautiful proportionate face. The type of people who empathized for a situation they were not born into and…