This is For The Men

Why do I call upon men? Why is it here that I see a spark? Why do I find myself drawing towards them with nurturing smiles? Healing their wounds that they are too scared to lick upon. Because I feel, Yes, suppression upon women exists. Yes so many of us have been victims to attack…

Yellow Genius

‘Teachers come in many forms… Some come as shining golden rays of light, Some as big, fat and ugly storms, Some have two legs and a white board Some are naked, smoking pipes. Some seem kind, warm and loving, Some cruel, harsh and confusing…. Violent, viscious, cold. Perception may choose to create a lens of…