Rejection Sucks!Here is how.

Her eyes, 
like an ocean of innocence,
hypnotized me.

Her face,
with an unparalleled beauty,
mesmerized me.”

“Her voice was sweeter than honey, and edged a nightingale.

She inspired me to live my life.

She taught me to think
about love, life, and everything
in between

Her actions,
her emotions,
her flick of hair.

She always lived in my heart

But soon, I came to reality,
to senses.

For I was a nobody, and she – the princess of beauty,
who, I knew was the best for me,
but was worthy of someone better than me.

So I took a step back,
my heart aching.
Another step, and
my heart pounded heavily.

I turned away,
killed my heart, and
lived heartlessly.

Poem title: Quattuor. By Bruised Melodies

This poem talks about A man’s admiration for someone he couldn’t have and therefore lost himself in the process.

From the start he is full of praises and adoration for his love interest. Emphasising on the positive outlook he used to have towards life beacause of his love for her.

Upon realising she deserves better from life, love, and relationship, he started to change into a bitter, cold and cruel person life the total opposite of his previous life of kindness.

What do you think of this simple and meaningful poem.

How do some people handle rejection? Why do people seek for that which they can’t have and still end up disappointed when the reality smacks them on the cheek?

What keeps them going after this reality or who do they eventually become.

Do they become good or bad? Do they appreciate the lesson or do they regret what they did?

Share your opinion in the comments below.

Thanks and I hope you enjoyed the poem.

Feminst Rant? Yes But Remind Your daughters.

So basically, I have read about some feelings about equality and I am going to share a few about some of them.

Feminism: the advocacy of women’s right on the ground of equality of the sexes.


Ok. Girls don’nt wear make up to impress people.

Let’s go over the rules.

You are not a feminist if you slut shame

You are not a feminist if you make fun of mental illness or claim they are not real.

You are not a feminist if you are a racist.

You are not a feminist if you are against men.

….selected From the book titled: “Feminist Rant”.

***If you have some rants about feminism. Share on the comment section.

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This is for the girls . This is A Nikita Gill quote.


“Tell your daughters how you love your body.

Tell them how they must love their’s.

Tell them to be proud of every bit of themselves. From their trigger trips to the soft flesh of their thighs.

Whether there is a little of them or a lot.

Whether freckles cover their face or not.

Whether their curves are plentiful or slim.

Whether their hair is thick, curly, straight , long or short.

Tell them how they inherited their ancestors’ souls in their smiles. That their eyes carry countries that breathed life into history.

That the swing of their hips do not determine their destiny…”

Nikita gill.

This quote is accurate.

Let’s remind our  daughters ๏‘ญ to chill ,

feel, explore and understand  how much intricacy rest within them. ๏”ฅ

Let’s Tell  them  how much time ๏•™ they can spend just admiring their true nature in astonishment

A lot of time sending gifts ๏Ž๏’ of  gratitude ๏™ to  God for creating such blossoming human being.

A lot of time staying andย  breathing positive.

#HappyinternationalWomen’s day!

Poems of a Jamaican Girl.

I can leave you

I swear

With Scalpel to my soul

The difference

between us and you

Leaves me as a whole

So Mask to face

And Fragrant Sevo

I’ll go under

Four , three, two…

Wether I wake

Or kiss turns blue

I’ll recover

Free from you

By Praiziz

Ambassadors of Poverty


Ambassadors of poverty are                    The corrupt masters of the economy   With their head abroad                                   And anus at home                                      Patriots in reverse order            Determined merchants of loot            Who boost the economy of the colonial order                                                                  To impoverish brothers and sisters at home

Ambassadors of poverty are the ‘saviors’ of the people                                              Office loafers in the guise of workers. Barons of incompetence                        With kleptomaniac fingers                      And suckling filaments                                   Position occupants and enemies of service                                                                    Locked in corrosive war of corruption       With their people’s treasury                          And killing their future

By  Philip Udeh. 


An Alarm clock

that could never be stopped

It goes off every  few minutes

So loud, 

So disturbing, 

Creating a cacophony

of ugly sounds.

Get a hammer.

Use it to smash the clock,

but nothing can break it;

Its too strong,                                               too powerful

Try to carry it                                                    and throw it out the window,                         but its too heavy.                                              remove the batteries?                                    It has no batteries.                                           It doesn’t need batteries.





“How silly you are. Do you think that knowing the truth will help you get closure? Do you think that you will learn a valuable lesson and move in with your life? Oh dear no. Somethings are better left as a mystery piece. I warned you, remember? I kept locking all those secrets away to prevent any further damage, but no your curiosity wouldn’t let you go. So how dare you come to me telling me how you are chased by scary monsters when you fall asleep. You asked for this, now take responsibility for you decisions.”