Episode 7 I wake up early the next morning to prepare Godfrey’s work lunch, and treat myself to a cup of tea. I am so going to miss coffee. I don’t even know how I’m surviving without it already. “Hey preggies!” Free walks into the kitchen, showering me with a million kisses. “Good morning daddy … More IT WILL ALL WORK OUT.
How everything you have come to love about him, Is covered in a pile of garbage that you carry religiously on your back. Because it’s the only thing that validates those earth-shattering memories Upon which your entire life depends. As he’s drenched in alcohol breath that comes straight from his stomach. He settles into your … More HOW DO I TELL HIM…
I’ve always hated winter. The way everything just feels so cold, is kind of haunting. I like warmth. It just feels right, like, hot is supposed to be how I feel all the time. That is both figurately, and literally. I don’t know if anyone else cares so much about their appearance. I mean, I … More THESE ARE JUST THOUGHTS.
I can smell the blood of every version of myself that ever existed,Covering my hands as I fight to wipe it off my face.My blood-shot, tired eyes look back at me in shame.How much more of myself, will I sacrifice to fit in. Photographs of nights out, that I’ll never truly remember, adorn my wooden … More SHEDDING.
I’ve always wondered what they meant,When they say that trauma can be stored inside of your body. Until my very own emotions would be locked away.In an imaginary cage as hard as steel, built from the unwavering strength of my fears. So when I try to speak,Especially to stand up for myself.The world seems to … More STAND UP.
They haunt us like self-manifest demons. Drawn to our very being,As we hopelessly try to scratch them off,They claw themselves deeper into our skin. Our names are the only language they speak. Spending day and night, calling to us religiously. Reminding us of everything we wish to forget. So like a broken record,The memories replay … More THEY ARE US.
I’ve written so many stories.All of them about me, but never in my own words. The pen knew me, just as I knew how to hold it in place. Paper ever so welcoming, with every page anxiously awaiting to be filled. I wrote until my fingers began to bleed, Watched as tears fell down my … More LOST FOR WORDS.
THIS IS NOT WHERE YOU WILL FIND ME, BETWEEN CONCRETE WALLS BUILT AND PLASTERED IN THE BLOOD AND SWEAT OF ABSENT FATHERS, WHOSE ONLY VALIDATION COMES FROM THE ABILITY TO PROVIDE. OH AND PROVIDE, THEY CERTAINTLY WILL. WITH A SYSTEM ESPECIALLY DESIGNED TO KEEP THEIR HANDS GREASY, AND THEIR HEADS DOWN. NOTHING ELSE, MATTERS. NOT … More YOU WILL NOT FIND ME.
I’ve watched his eyes tell a bigger truth than his mouth ever could.With every single part of him pulling in different directions.And yet my heart has given him more chances than the hands of time ever would.So you see, he could have never fooled me as easily as I did myself. Hanging onto his every … More COMING AND GOING.
It’s another cold winter morning in the rumbling city of Johannesburg. As the cold wind circles around Lizzy’s frozen ears. She laughs to herself, the sound of her voice lost to the blaring roar of the city. One by one, people move forward and some move in reverse. Unknowingly cementing themselves to a place that … More THE CITY OF GOLD.
A SHAMEFUL THING 