Dark lines

There is a good service On all London underground lines Because of me I obeyed the instruction To stand behind the yellow line Some days I don’t want to Most days Featured image source: Flickr – nathania

Don’t you recognise me?

“I am sorry. It is policy” This is the response I got when told that my driving license was an inadequate form of ID to enrol for a university course. I needed to have my passport or birth certificate. I looked quizzically at my peers who were signing up for the same course with their…

Eat, write, sleep. Repeat.

I am supposed to be working, slowly crawling my way out of my overdraft with a series of summer jobs and part-time work placements. My plan was going fine until I found myself crumpled up into a ball on my floor bawling. The kind of terrifying, pitiful wails that leave your eyes sore and throat…

Feelin’ myself

Stressful schedules, regular exercise and the knock-on effects of having ridiculously thin friends counters the large portion sizes, binge eating and self-filling cupboards at home, resulting in a regularly oscillating body weight. This has been accompanied by stretch-marks, a wardrobe spanning a range of sizes and of yes, body image issues. Towards the end of my teens, I was…

The I’m Tired Project

A few favourites from this incredible project on microaggressions by Paula Akpan and Harriet Evans TW: description of discrimination, eating disorders I’m tired of people being surprised by my ambition. “Gender stereotypes and sexism have definitely improved. I’m so lucky to be living in a society where women are, generally speaking, subject to equal opportunities….

Olivia Twist: The Little Intricacies

“This body of work explores the idea of cultural hybridity amongst the Black British population through the use of visual ethnography and oral history. ‘The little intricacies’ was created for and with the help of 2nd and 3rd generation Black British citizens and this piece is the start of an ongoing project.” See more at…

To be a girl

Black girls don’t cry; Always strong, put up a fight. Pretty girls don’t try; Forever young, a blessed sight. Church girls do good; Smile and pray, with grace and glee. This girl asks could We just step back and let girls be? – nathania Featured image found on http://www.leicestershirevillages.com

Walking Shoes

“I believe, I believe But it’s a dream that I ain’t seen yet Chasing a dream that I ain’t dreamed yet But I’mma meet it halfway if I keep on walking”  Featured image source: modeable.com

Dear Mr Hughes

A man once asked “What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up  like a raisin in the sun?  Or fester like a sore–  And then run?  Does it stink like rotten meat?  Or crust and sugar over–  like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags  like a heavy load. Or does it explode?”…

More than fiction VI.

VI. Sing me a song Of a woman who knew love and gave it I sat across the room From my mother and her mother And I engraved the image into my memory Grandmother, nearly eighty Yet her only wrinkles Were lines from years of laughing through struggle Frail hands laced by coarse skin From…

More than fiction V.

V. Sing me a song Of a girl who got love and kept it You gave me your heart And I held it too tight A thing far too precious To be put out of sight You gave me your heart And it made me real scared Of all that came with it All the…