My womb in agnst

Slam down the biological clock,Screaming at me tick tock, tick tock. Clomid, Metformins, that thirsty blood sucking syringe,Like it’s a past life revenge.Ensure a supply of Collagen and vitamins,Don’t you dream of a bottle of Heineken.Gluten free, high protein,Your unsolicited advice is truly bothering. Despair aligned to the moon waxing or waning,My wombs agnst is silently draining.Soaked bedsheets after nightfall,Awkward […]

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Boys don’t cry

If you asked me at 15 for exchanging my life for that of a man, I would grab the chance with both my hands. For longest period of time, I felt being man was so much easier. But today, I feel sorry for men. What! Am I bonkers? You will rub the gender pay gap in my face, the unfair […]

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Grief

Grief, they say comes in stages.Engulfing you through darkness of anger, denial, sadness in motions.Science explains how your brain goes haywire. Its clinical, you see. Grief, they say happens to those weak people.Not us. We simply carry on wearing the scarlett pink which covers our invisible bruises. Grief, they say should be over by now. It’s about time.Just like a […]

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Dementors

There was a time whenHarry Potter was a heroand the series was my bible.A quick apparation toHogwarts castle, a land of magicand adventurethe world was indeed my oyster. There was a time whenbooks were most precious possessionsMuch before mortgages and insurance.I chewed them at the breakfast tableI gulped them before dinner timeI read them underneath Geography textbooks, I read them with torch lights. There was a time when the only secrets I had was my book stashHidden strategically below my bed.Much before, the thousand scars neatly tucked away in my heart. There was a time whenHarry Potter was my heroand the series was my bible. Atleast I could stifle theDementors inside my books 2 June 2018

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