my humor

You see;

My humor is whole in an empty room,full of nothingness,

its clamoured with caressed beauty,painted in red, that shade of blood, 

she is the beauty in a casket,that light you see in a grave, 

she is the pain skirted on skin by a sharp razor, 

she is the ambient that dances on thorns and is licked by venom tongue, 

she's a turn on by violence, 

she comes and goes like puff of a blunt,

she takes critism as compliments, 

she's the heaviest page on light font, 

she's the honest liar, the trigger on suicidal thoughts, 

she's that yell that moans to stabs. 

She's the miniac, she knows . 

its his breath for me

Its his breath for me

The cool breeze or is it hot, its got the steadiest temperature, it's got the softest touch, its like its calling me into its base, his lips.

It's his breath for me

The musicality in it☺️,the rhythm it has, so powerful the melody drives my nerves, its singing to me as it flows down my face.

Its his breath for me

The chillness it has, that cold touch that goes down displacing everything else, its got that push that makes me forget everything else.

Its his breath for me

The way its calling, singing, drives me to crave for one, just one kiss, its his breath that smells like peace, that breath that makes me want to push him on the wall just to feel his heartbeat, its that breath that makes me stupid again, its like a breath of life, its his breath that covers my life, am whole again, its his breath that I wish he stays a bit longer, its his breath for me. 

sisi

It's us,

The gender that when we grew up were told to be clean,that the dirty ones were boys, that we were the pretty ones,Dad's favorite,we were taught that no man could ever lay a hand on us,we were told that we were the great ones,the better ones, more than men,we could rule..

And we grew up with these lies,that when boys feel in love with us we just wanted them to show us the love, we knew we were the only good ones , the angels with no wings, we were the future we perceived, but they lied.

We were never taught that, that men had hearts, that we were equal despite our differences, that they were also human, that they were also beautiful since we wanted the flowers, the love, the gifts, the joy, the care, the pity that she's just a girl

We overstepped, when they failed we said they were the devils, the dogs, we made them petty and they hardened 

They say nowadays that 'msichana hawezi niambie kitu', they are the beasts we fed, they are the murders we made, they are the thieves we natured, they grave for the pain we insinuated 😂😂😂 yet what remains in the community, guys who turn to gay, ladies who think they are gay.

Its source, Ni sisi wanawake