Written by Highest Kite, from the ‘Rebel’ series You know what’s funny but dangerously not funny? How none of my friends nor I want childrenTwo of us have had abortionsone of us more than once Don’t ask me how, don’t ask me why Between them, both my grandmothers had sixteen children. One had nine, the other seven. Today, only thirteen survive. Our mothers each had four children. Today, only ten of the twelve survive Of our Moms, one’s been asleep since April last year, her sleep is long, …
Tag: poetry
We are flowers sprouting in a desert of homophobia. Our petals are bright, and our leaves have uncoiled, despite the cold. It is Nairobi in June. Everywhere you walk, we exist; some of us visible, others …
Beneath my midnight’s sultry shroud,Two figures meld, where whispers and gasps are loud.Lips collide in sticky and sinful delight,A clandestine waltz to a pulsatin’ plight. Fingers map out constellations on dark skin divine,Traversing realms of ecstasy …
Written by Highest Kite from the series ‘Rebel’Read by Natasha W. Muhanji why is everything war? a walk outsidea lie in bed thoughts of days aheada sudden mention of my name do I know who I am/’ve become? I …
Written by Precious I am stuck in the world of what ifs Like trapped in a room with a jammed door I drown in the rivers of the remenisce of our reverie, Memories of us hurt …
/things i didn’t tell my mother that there was a boy in my neighbourhood and that i liked him and that i went to church most evenings because of him and he and some other boys …
I like your small frame. I like your pert behind, The way your shape draws against the paint. You’re beauty’s kind. Maybe we can die in the nude. Dine and wind on a tune, sing a …
we moved like we were dancing. hands on hips, hands on cheeks, hands on breasts a fistful of ass. we moved like the joining of our thighs played the sweetest music soft, sensual, lusty. each …
Come here, sit down, let’s talk I see your skin tightening at the length of my breath Like I’m the origin of the youthful beauty that illuminates your personality Your pores opening to be filled with …
For reasons, reason knows nothing of I have taken a strong liking to you. I swoon over you with reckless abandon. Hypnotic thoughts of you are a torment. Your friends, your family, Your hobbies, your sexual …
A kiss to start your day, A squeeze to your breast. Fingers they do play, Rubbing and cupping your chest. A little rub to your warm treasure, Fingers that dance on your clit. A tongue that …