I cannot stress enough, how important it is to be kind to yourself. Learn to be patient with yourself. Forgive yourself every day because you need your forgiveness. You need to give yourself the gift of forgiveness for every mistake, every failure, and every loss.
I write because it feels like breathing.
I write for myself and for the people who feel the way I feel but do not write.
Can a writer write
About the things,
They know nothing about
Have never experienced…
But make it sound like
These things are the things
Which consume them?
Insecurity and fear are loud, And beg to be heard.
I hope reading this makes you realize that you too are extraordinary!
My only concern is that in 2019, the European standard of beauty is still considered, not only superior but the norm, in African society and anyone who does not adopt it, is required to justify that choice.
I’ve watched a lot of people allow
pride and/fear rob them of true joy.
The versions of me,
I irreparably broke,
With every single promise,
I made, bent and broke.
Always do more. I don’t think I’ve ever regretted trying a little harder, holding on a little longer or caring a little more than I should have. All my regret lies in not trying hard enough, not holding on long enough and not caring enough. Always do more.
If I’ve ever told you I loved you, I meant it. I still do. Because, what I meant wasn’t that I was “in love” with you… I don’t care much for that phrase, I’m not even sure I believe in it, really. “In love”… A feeling… I don’t think so. Anyway, what I did mean,…