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  A Sad Poem : the title is simple, in contrast to the other work I had put out before this that almost always had some metaphor for a title. The poem itself has some complex parts but it all falls under this simple title. The title is also identifying what kind of poet I am. and how I may not change that just because sad things make people uncomfortable Stanza 1 + Poem structure : the poem takes the form of a few lines that are spoken out loud by the speaker and some in parenthesis, to indicate thoughts that are not said out loud. The thoughts are not said out loud because they may be seen as rude, and too honest, and are almost always in defense to what is previously said. The speaker almost wants to be heard but isn't quite ready to say what's on her mind so she unwillingly, compromises, by telling half truths. Stanza one is simply a thought she shares with us. We see that she longs to feel a joy that she seems to not be able to feel when she is by herself. Perhaps indicatin...

 of late, I've been thinking about myself. Which is a statement that by itself doesnt sound too world changing. however, from the perspective of someone who's lived a life where pleasing others and meeting everyone else's expectations of what any sort of relationship with me looks like, I have done very little for myself. During the last few years of my life I have been exposed to countless versions and definitions of toxicity. Every one seems to have an opinion on the matter. everyone has a some one or a group of someones who they deem "toxic" and somehow, we're are never short of these people in our lives. I begun thinking deeply about the criteria for toxicity. being a biochemistry student, discussions of toxicity from a scientific point of view are not hard to come by. it is part of the job description. I've gone from thoughts of who in my life is toxic, how do i get rid of them to am I toxic to others or to myself and can I get rid of myself? Putting ...

  A New Poem video!! I honestly wasn't going to post this one at first but a lot of you said I should so I did! Ex Soc is a poem I hope shows us how a relationship can change a person and not really for the better. I don't usually put my name in my poetry but I felt that in order to have that personal kick that drives all stories to the heart centre ideas like equating myself (a woman) to a cyclone (a slight attack at a patriarchal world that labels destructive events with (usually not always) female names) but still being so hypnotised by the woman My parents have always taught me the importance of being your authentic self especially in relationships and at the point of writing this piece I wondered what would that moment feel like when you were with someone who not only made it okay to be yourself but accepted you for you who became if you ever changed for whatever reason. That's what Ex Soc is about. A sort of reflection, to ask yourself am I being my authentic self i...

  Blogpost 0808 – KU Publication   Pheeeww what a month this past week has been. My last blog post  I went on rambling about how we need to better ourselves by moving from our pain. This one is slightly of an administrative nature since what I was meant to blog about today, is not ready yet.   *Crickets*   About two weeks ago I announced that there would a new book published on Kindle unlimited and that you guys should look out for my next blog post because I would be talking about it. I had hoped that by the time, the book would be ready but sadly it is not. With semester two under way at school my YouTube channel up and running a bunch of side hustles I got going on to pay for the various bills that are accumulating, the final process of editing and finalizing the details of my chap book has been a rather slow process. I cannot not gift you an un-cared for project. Hence I will dedicate a day a week to simply work on it and put my heart into it s...

I have been thinking a lot about victimization and the right to complain. Tightly coiling both those topics together is the right to be human and to exist. In a poem I put up on my Instagram story a few weeks ago titled: Basic Human Decency; I talk about how certain things that are supposed to be a given in our society aren’t. Basic things like respect and love and something as simple as recognition. With that in mind, I recognize that we’re living in a society that heavily puts attention to each other’s faults and on areas that we may not have been paying attention to before. Along with that heavy load of information that we should not complain about but rather commit to educating ourselves one social issue at a time, there are so many people choosing to hold on to their shortcomings and misfortunes for dear life. Something like someone not recognizing you and who you are, that they or something hurt you, though it is a hurtful thing that shouldn’t be happening but it is not a cri...

YouTube – A new venture! So the idea of starting a YouTube channel has been in my to do archives for a while. I needed to ensure that when I launch the channel I’d have an ideal niche that suits me and my message. I had to establish, as I did with starting this blog, that I had something valid to say and that I had a unique way of saying it as well. After sitting with myself and sometimes calling friends to run some of my most adventurous ideas past them: I finally decided to just go for it. So this is me officially announcing on the blog that I am now a YouTuber. Similarly, the channel will work hand in hand with most of my publications, marketing my most precious works. However it might not explore the exact same topics in the same way. On most days the blog will be a day or two ahead of the channel (Which is to say exclusive content will be announced here first). This blog remains where I will mostly speak about my work and go deep into my many rantings as to why I thought somet...

POEM 1 She told me it was worth it, that I should go ahead  Told me to give all my heart  Then she took it all away  She sent her daughter, Love to come mingle inside me  Made me break every rule then threw me out at sea I stood there on a cliff that had two ends to its name  Forced to choose, I chose my life  I would be happier this way Now out at sea, I worry about the one I left on the cliff  I pray he won't jump after me for surely he will not live I pray that remembers that the love we shared was real  That I would have made it last forever and ever if only it was Her will I won't curse Fate's children For all the pain they have caused Because they hold my future and could keep me from my man  But maybe it's not the end, Maybe they'll bring us together some day maybe that's the plan. ... Thank you for your support on this blog. I appreciate it more than you will ever know. This weekend there are few announcements. The first one is that t...