Music | Spoken Word

She remembered the tubes.Each pierced into her skin, never had she seen such beautiful masterpieces. She visualized violins. She thought of how her neck would arch to fit into the bow of the violin, as if she and the violin could become one. And her heart beat so perfectly in rhythm you would think it’s…

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Letter to Coloured Women

Dear Coloured Woman, Just know you are not alone. Just know when you look into the mirror, I too wish to be cloned in bone slick hair and maybe a lighter skin tone. But that was a few years ago. See, I am no longer the person I was forced to be. When I look…

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