Poem – On Hating

I didn’t truly understand the
meaning of hate till I
started hating myself
Biology never was my strong suit…
Something about this body
didn’t tick quite right
But one thing I learnt
was the language of power
Biology showed me the
veins of forgiveness hidden
under sinews of acceptance
under harsh daylight
Stripped down to mere human
Nakedness, I began to discover the
linguistics of love, life and body

Poem – The Art of Dressing

She dresses scars and wounds
With silk dresses and lace underwear
And while you marvel at her petite
waist and toned legs peeping out
under her red dress you fail to see
she’s a mastermind at disguise
She’s perfected the art of dressing
learnt that pieces of lace delicately
cover invisible holes and that
silk smoothes away even the
roughest of patches
She’s modelling brands of sorrow
you’ll never hear of, but know
that sometimes the perfection outside
is extra on-point to hide the insides

Poem – Magnificent

He said nothing magnificent is
ever born out of fear but
the gut-wrenching panic of
fear itself has given rise to
some of the most powerful
strengths I have experienced
and if that isn’t magnificent
I don’t know what is..

Poem – Warning Sign

If I’d know we’d come out
of the womb with labels
I would’ve named myself
“Warning” so you would know
my fires burn even the coldest
of souls

“Warning”..
..gives no fucks about your opinions
but “warning” gets hurt too easily
“Warning” will love you as much
as she will hurt you

“Warning”..
..is a broken sign post
that’s trying to glue itself
back together

“Warning”..
This product
might be
damaged.

Poem – Code

This is about you
and no one else
It’s about what you
don’t have and can’t have
but you forget you aren’t
just the beta test version
you’re the final product
and you were written with
errors in your code
your fuckups are part
of your humanity

Poem – Wild Things

You mustn’t give your heart
to wild things like us, darling
we’re too busy running
bare feet through the woods
we break too many hearts
trying to run against the wind
Honestly, darling.
You can’t claim our wings when
we haven’t even learn to fly.