“Mother! Ripped apart. Reaped stones of poverty, weeds that sprouted. Grown to fast, crowned young mother. HIV reaped the harvest of my parents left me with nothing but toddler to take care of. Robbed my youth and my hey days, left naked among a thousand suns. The splendor, the splendor of pain. My face is beautiful broken pottery, a poetry art scene. The screams inside ravage and rammer the very child born along thorns of anguish.” PainPoetrySufferingWomanhoodRapeAfrican LiteratureColour PetuniaAfrican Philosophy Book:Depth of colour Source: Depth of colour
“In Miss Behave, I jump between time and space because that’s how life comes to me, leaping between triggers and glimmers.” WritingFeminist QuotesBlack Woman AuthorAfrican Feminist QuotesNon Linear TimeSpiral Of LifeAfrican PhilosophyTimeline JumpingGlimmersNon Linear Writing Author:Malebo Sephodi