To my Nightmare

Everyday, at every nightYou can’t break me downI won’t surrender In the stillness of the nightI hear you all too wellBut I will not open my eyesI will fight When its just me and youI’ll awake to find myself asleepEvery night we will dance and when I wake;We’ll both disappear I won’t fight no moreI […]

Touching myself for the first time

…or my first lesson in masturbation and shame. Hands ( International Business Times AU) I was thirteen, I think. And I was in Aflao. I had traveled to spend the holidays with my cousins who moved to Togo to spend time with their father, and after a month there, were making their way back to Ghana. We […]

Maybe…tomorrow

Maybe Tomorrow (FunkyGemini) …a poem by Sena Quashie — 15 jan, ‘16 My eyes are the dew On the wet grass They see only the hand placed On the page of the rainWhere the thinning of poetry Is blurred By trying to reproduce the summer Under the advent of clouds It is a failed watercolor Of a sunshine on the beach But tomorrow maybe The light will […]