Ars longa vita brevis
IThis morning while I bathedI sang my native song of wealthMy neighbour heard and took offenceShe claimed I sang only…
Some poem👀
Sadé , I am cluelessWhat do I make of my love for youthat rises with the morning orange sunand sets with…
Throughout the year I have struggled with consistency. I have battled with its strong arms and I failed daily until today. Until the…
(Don’t worry, I know this title is ridiculous.🤦🏽♀️)
My name on your lips is a primal prayerLike an unsung hymnLike a silent benedictionLike a tasteful rhythmLike a solitary renditionMy…