Death Poems

The pain that I feltWhen I wrote this poemIs what you need to experienceTo write this type of poem I sit under a bridge in Nigeria,Understanding whyI left Estonia to comeBe with my motherWe fought. I fought Her ideologies sinkInto me like sharp nailsDig into my little backAnd spilled blood on the floor I mop… Continue reading Death Poems

Tears like blood

In my head is madness Take me back to when It all began how I was conceived in pain So all I know is pain My eyes shut at The way my head  Wants to explode  over expectations that chatter on the floor Like glass, it burns My eyes, tears like blood Flowing down my… Continue reading Tears like blood


They did not know, and they did not care to know.

Books on books and they didn’t see the need to grow

or feed their souls from starvation