Creative Writing

A poem.

I moved closer to the intense stare across the room, magnetic in its pull.

One step.

Two step.

Target locked.

It felt like you were looking into my soul when I was trying to hide what’s buried underneath.

I covered, and covered some more, what lies within.

Still your eyes bore into my soul.

Fully clothed and yet I was naked under your intense scrutiny.

Nowhere to hide.

The roses, in its endless dance, around my waist.

The stars running, infinitely, up my ribcage.

My homeland, forever nestled in the curve of my hip.  Africa.

Nowhere to hide.

The fear in my heart.

The love I’m scared to give.

The mistrust.

You saw it all.




The Mirror (2011).


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