When you break down the door And find my body on the floor, Shed no…
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Her eyes were not innocent. She was lust incarnate: The daughter of Delilah. And…
Natasha Himmelman, University of the Witwatersrand; Nicole Sarmiento, University of Cape Town, and Thuto Thipe,…
You are gone. Completely vanished to me, I have no trace of you left. You…
Last night, I prayed for my sin to go away. Tired am I of crying…
S.M. Rodriguez, Hofstra University In No Roses from my Mouth, Stella Nyanzi pens 158 poems…
I do not marvel at the gifts God has given to me. The ones He…
May you never know this darkness. When you cry and feel God has turned His…
Ahead of a time. I do not move along with you, I am so far…
My body crawls. I am so weak. My soul aches. It is so painful. My…