Poetry: Composed Heartbreak in a SMS

Composed Heartbreak In a SMS
I'm not good enough for you
I'm not as pretty as them
Or as sophisticated
Or as pruned and well spoken
Shakespeare once rightly wrote
"jealousy doth mock"
I flipping envy those girls who are perfect
Whilst I walk around in odd socks
I watch how they swarm around you
In their cute frocks
And bleached blonde locks
Collagen pouted lips as if they spend the whole day sucking your co-
anyway
Why am I feeling bitter?
IThey're not the ones who broke up with me
Leaving me incomplete
You did
Thus reinforcing my many insecurities
I still remember the day you moved to me
It was a wednesday evening in subway
And when I left the shop
You told me how very coincidently you were going my way
From then we chatted
And agreed to link on a friday
And the rest they say is history-
Baby are you missing me?
Because I sure do
And the worst thing is that i don't have a clue of how much angst I brought to you
I love you so much
And in hindsight I wish never made such a fuss
when I saw those suspicious texts on your phone
I wish I lost the capability to moan
About the annoying niggly things you did
Like not washing your plates
Or forgetting to take out the bins
Do you know the pain you've put me in?
Put me through?
Sleepless nights in your shirt
Just to get the smell of you
This aint fucking marvins room
I've not been drinking
Just sober thinking
of whether....
We could
I don't know...get back together?
I miss our sex too, you're the only guy I'd Let bareback me
Text back, g xxxx

Poetry: Scarlet Woman

Scarlet Woman
What is the point of affection if it isn't reciprocated?
Surely mutual love is the only and best of its kind?
but let me not kid you
These thoughts of mine only exist in mind
And not in action
Because I have chosen the role of "the other woman"
I kid myself its not so because, after all I'm just a girl
I blame my actions on the cliche excuse of
"this cruel heartless old world"
He's forever in my head but to him I'm invisible once i leave the confines of his bed
Yes I am a full fledged sidechick
You know, the respondent your boyfriends trying to send messages to via his sidekick
messages that read:
"Ahh babes when you gonna come buck me?"
Which as we all know
Really translates to
"when you gonna come fuck me?"
And like a fool I go
Leaving common sense at the door as I travel to his
The logic in my brain becomes speechless in his presence
And before you know it we'recuddled up in bed, and hes whispering shit in my ear like
"Ahhh babes,Ur weave smells like herbal essence"-
My reasoning evaporates in his presence
You see, I present myself as a victim incapable of letting him go
But within myself I know I am the perpetrator of this cupids chokehold...
But I play the damsel in distress to a tee
Crying to my friends
"Why does he do this to me?"
As the clothes go off
So does the light in my soul
Morning comes, my cue to go
But as I lay here on his chest
The heavy breathing, listening to his beat
I pretend they are drums, beating to our loves rhythm
But this is a solo adulterous affair
The real duet is between him and his wifey
I saw-well stalked pictures of them on Facebook
they were holding hands she was sporting a white tee
And That's when I knew that I was a scorned scarlet woman
Destined to a life of dodging questions
On my way to the nearest travel lodge
You see she gets introduced to the parents
Girls like me have to argue against being passed around to the boys
Do you have any idea of what it feels like
having your feelings toyed
With.
My shame and disgust hauntme
In this house where I'm alone
Wallowing in my self-pity
yet sat by the phone
Because i know and so does he,
That once it rings
Once that lying cheating pied piper sings
I will answer his call
Defeating my self worth
To become his scarlet woman once more.

Issue: Afro-Caribbean Hair

Afro-Caribbean Hair and the Influences Upon It



Personal Experience

Growing up I always wanted perfect hair. Perfect hair being long thick hair that I could show off and flaunt to my friends, hair that would flow with the wind in the top down of my Mums Suzuki Vitara. (CRINGE I know but it was a while back!)  But alas I was blessed (or cursed) with naturally thick nappy hair which soon lost a war against chemicals, tight braids, skull caps and continuous weave. In a vain attempt I would pour gallons of hair creams down my scalp that "guaranteed" to give me "fast rapid growth" in "less than three months". Well, lets just say its taken more than three years to get my hair back on track and that only occurred because I went back to Nigeria ( where there is an absence of social stigma around shorn cuts) and cut my hair, allowing it to grow back naturally.

Mini Issues: Appearance of Youths

I was just wondering if anyone else worries about the younger generation and the way they're heading.

What I usually ended up resembling after a raid in Mums makeup bag :P