Do you like ghost stories? When I was little, my friends and I liked to tell ghost stories Stories we heard, but never encountered ourselves My friends ask me “are you afraid of ghosts” “Yes”, I lied The truth is, I’m not afraid of ghosts, There are other things in the night much more frightening Like…
Red. The colour of my lips when I’m out with the girls.Red. The colour of the blood that drips out of a twelve-year-old girl who was raped by ISIS in the name of “worship”. Orange. The colour of my iPod, a must-have when I’m on a flight. Orange. The colour of the bright jumpsuit worn…
My soul It lingers craves for the touch of your hands The hands that caressed me Undressed me Those hands now push me and I fall Into a bottomless void where darkness descends upon me Darkness becomes me and I lay here naked Wrapped in a robe of shame My existence a repentance for the…
I brought you down from the pedestal Shattered you into pieces And cut myself with a broken piece of you Til I bled Til crimson red droplets Turned to puddles
I stand in front of the gates, contemplating my next move I can go back to the place I know Or I can walk across to a foreign land A forbidden land I’ve heard stories about the forbidden land They say the forbidden land is filled with landmines disguised as flowers They say if you…
You know what, as a society we’ve become so cautious of ‘body shaming’ that a girl can’t even complain about her own looks without being accused of being insensitive and body shaming! Here’s a common scenario I face: Me: Ugh, my thighs have gotten so big I need to get back to the gym Female…
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