Poems from LocheDecolaa
Religion had locked me up, in a closet
shrined with Adam and Eve and Mary and Joseph,
Adam married Eve, my child,
Mary wedded Joseph, my...
Man,
I am birthed from the same writhing hips,
squeezed from the same birth canal
as you.
I am molded in the hands of God,
shaped into...
To Be A Connection:
It is the hangover the morning after a chaotic, but joyful night.
The headache you knew that was going to come,
The...
My chalice of tranquility breaths steam,
the aroma penetrates the atmosphere and I am filled with serenity.
Petite, dehydrated...
The morning sun whispers my name,
coaxing me to arise and seize every second.
I, a humble speck in this gregarious world, yearns for...