Whilst it's no secret our virtual personas are an exaggerated projection of a fragment of our lives moulded around the accepting gaze of our followers, how many of us in realty are who we claim to be? Or are we simply fulfilling our purpose in accordance to what others want? The latter often renders true. … Continue reading WHEN ADVISING BECOMES A TOOL OF CONTROL
*trigger warning* A letter to them. How are you? No doubt you're going about your life as per usual I presume. Isn't that wonderful for you? No, I'm not here to make small talk so I'll get right into it. I'm looking for some answers. Answers to questions I've had for the last 2 years. … Continue reading A letter to *them*
It all makes sense now, everything has fallen into place. Yet this puzzle is still incomplete. I've not even begun to piece it together...
Social media. An ever-growing network for people to create content, share information, connect, and even make a living for themselves through the various platforms/applications. Whilst it is an incredible system that is becoming essential for personal and professional usage, the risks are still very much present. Though, so many of us are still dismissive of … Continue reading Dangers of Social Media
As this year comes to an end, I look back and for the most part I want to forget 2018 ever happened. The beginning of the year, I felt invincible. It really seemed like a turning point in my career, my relationships, my health and my faith. The 12 months to come were going to … Continue reading Reflection
Horizontal lines So beautiful Those pretty marks So wonderful Tattooed forever A constant reminder. The memories, Those awful dark times Will always play. But this is my prize. I simply cannot throw it away. As I glance at it, the pain cuts through me The hurt washes over me . Drowning. Suffocating. I hold it … Continue reading M A R K E D
I need your help. I need you to understand. But I am scared. Unlettered and unspoken, forgive me...
This is me I'm that girl staring back It's a distortion, A figment of my imagination. No, this isn't me. But it's real and it exists. How could it possibly be fabricated? It isn't fictitious. It's genuine. A smile so infectious A blank expression Body present Eyes vacant Life absent The mind, it screams. Poison … Continue reading Conflicting Reality
The second, a life of sexual gratification and temptation. A life which allows for them to explore sex and sexuality more openly, allows for them to take advantage of ‘immoral white girls who are asking for it’.