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When truthful


Do not write me off as empty
because alone
is my peace.
I have chosen myself first
because I suffice.

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I have been many women for you

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I breathe with you in mind

DSCN1347Your single-sentenced replies resonate in my being
like they were stanzas Pablo Neruda spat out,
they do to me what hot toast does to butter.
I wish you were easier to love, and harder to miss
when you’re here you have a way of reminding me that you’re not
and when you’re not you have a way of reminding me that you are.
You whisper my name and it feels like lace gloves
and warm baths.
And when you stare,you stare with your heart.
When you stare I am no good for reality
nor apologies
because the inaudible flinch of my insides when I see
you look at me with your muscular walls is
worth more and more
and less and less.
And more.
Loving you is first nature to my bones
Ahead of dancing,  or wearing my flesh-coat.
and I cannot say if you’ll ever love me as justly.
I do not know.

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Diente De Lion

History spun bones and asphalt
star residue and holywater
old drench coats and tennis shoes
neon signs and elbow grease
music and soft poetry
to make me.
I like to imagine it took gristle
bone and sweat
and  heavy breathing
to sink the sunshine into my
align the clovers in my mouth
so whatever oozed out of me
whatever seeped out
reflected time’s madness.

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Seeing Chicago

This a lovely slideshow of how much I’ve seen so far.  The magical Buckingham fountain,Ribfest, The Shedd Aquarium, first time I saw a Kangaroo and much more. This city oozes beauty, there is plenty more to see. Wish me luck.Chicago Love.

Lots of love.

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Loving my new haircut :). Picture by my sister

My pockets are compiled
of odd things
I have ventured into the world
I bring you back shopping receipts
and old bubblegum.
what more can a wanderer offer?
what more can you beg from a dreamer?
I belong to the leap
the pure dive for something only
movement can give,
the jolt.
the zest.
the running flames.
I hope to never taste like bitter butter
on stale bread
or smile with less sunshine on my lips
or stay longer than a city’s air permits.
Chances are :
you won’t forget me
Chances are:
you’ll never want to
I bring you all of me.

(Hello from Chicago folks!!)

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California As Seen by Upile

Hey Guys,
I’m sorry for being so silent. I am in California visiting a friend hence there hasn’t been much time for internet and the like. But the good news is I missed you and I will upload a little teaser of the pictures that are to come. 🙂

The University of California at Riverside campus is very green and it has plants from all over the world. I saw so many trees and flowers there that I had in my yard in Malawi growing up. It made me miss home so badly. I picked up their leaves and smelled them and I was immediately back home playing in my yard. It was an amazing feeling.


More pictures to follow. Hold on tight. :).
Happy Saturday lovelies!!

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The Woven promise

I was told you’d care for my edges
and put comfort at my feet
bathe me with adoration
and together we’d make a people
that you’d make a queen out of my
body and dispense kisses so that
every spot that makes me jitter
and laugh and flicker is a kingdom of
its own
I was told that men know women like
their names, they enunciate each letter
giving each its due
swinging an identity out of the alphabet
it was promised

what I was told
was that we’d never argue
because my opinions would count
like the cufflinks on your shelves
my thoughts would matter
like your three-pieced suit
they would be dragged out into the
and washed clean
they’d be heard
they’d be welcomed
they’d be begged for
and treated kindly

I was told you’d make me feel like
a woman
like my curves were royal
assuredly my physique was a sanctuary
that you’d lay with
not on
that you’d care for
not  own
my femininity was promised
my equality was unquestioned

The woven promise
that I could strunt out as I please
and have my dignity in my palm
call myself respected
and know that I am loved
it was promised
but never given..

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..Thinking out loud

Show the world your colors,
Run out wearing nothing but your dreams
It is the safest way to ensure you never fit in
, you never go unrecognized,
Try it out. will light a fire in you..

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..Ode to Oddness

Contrary to popular belief
I am not fixated on being odd
It comes naturally,
full throttle!
I wear it like skin
I wear it like soul
I revel in it,
I attract it
I master it,
I ride its waves
Toni, I swear I do
and at night it sits
on my bedside table
looking at me
“what’re gonna do tomorrow?”

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