The minute, duly observed in the honour of the dead. The words that rolled each night to the other side of the bed. What returns to haunt when a door is brutally closed. That mark on her body of a will that is often forced. The opportunity to listen so others can get to speak. The sound of apathy, also the strength in the weak. Continue reading Silence

I am a Woman – Am I really free?

My breasts were fondled Not by a lover, but by a stranger on a bus. I have been rated from 1-10 When I wandered around the city. I have had penises flashed at me Whose owners I know not. I can hold my own on everyday debates. I can hum to my favorite songs. I can express my love for literature. I can dance without any inhibition. … Continue reading I am a Woman – Am I really free?