We are not Bros

But if you call me bro, I'll replace the r with o.

MEN, TO GIVE OR TO LIVE?

you can tell a man gives by the way he is... skinny if he carries the weight of his kins

TYPE SH*T ©

As a poet, I feel inclined to heal, reveal, instillMay each poem I write give, relieve, retrieve I barely struggle to deliver, a minute or 2, I administer They call me Sere, the lover girl with a mind so savage and a tongue that does damageThe kind that leaves you wondering,  how the f*** she …

I AM ©

It's taken me time to know how great I amFeels like the yum in the yamWhen I got to understand the ying and my yangIt's just a slight slip of the tongue, a little slangAll I'm saying is I just found out that I canCan? Open the can, my cola taste better than a white …

I like him but I am afraid (#EndFemicideKe) ©

There is a man that I like but I am afraid he could be a potential killer The way he moves around the women he loves, a potential breeder The fake smirk, the shape of his eyebrows when I laugh, potential wife beater My ancestors alarmed, my hours unarmed, I might just be another dead …

IF NEVER SETTING BOUNDARIES WAS A PERSON. Â©

Kumbe nilikuwa napiga hesabu ya minus kwa uhai wangu...(Kenyan inside joke) Hallo! Wie geht's? (Deutsch) I was not doing too well myself but we learn. Yes! I am the person in question. You want to learn a thing or two from me and here is why. I have been taking my meds religiously I am …

SOME COFFEE AND PAIN, PLEASE. Â©

A cup of coffee and some pain, one to soothe and the other strengthen the vein By the window, by the pane forget all the memories of the lost and mundane There you will hear the secrets of the rain and the whispers of the gentle leaves Together you agree that life is a dream …

NOTE TO SELF. Â©

That is no way to talk to yourself "Unlovable? reject?" You are more than rubies themselves That is no way to look at yourself, "Too much melanin, kinky hair?", that is not the scent of a slave No, you are not medium rare, you are rare, from the bottom of my heart know that I …

THE -ING ABOUT OUR LOVE. Â©

After days of crying, I finally understood the timing The more I was fighting, the deeper love was hiding What once tasted like honey,  was too sour for our liking A cake that required no money, was too expensive for a biting * * He was mine, I loved the daily gentle reminding I was …

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