My place is as an Indo-Afrikan Queen whose daily struggle is existing under the burdens of oppression, racism and patriarchy trying tirelessly to make it through each day.
What's yours?
Thursday 18 May 2017
What's in a name?
Mine. Has
three syllables,
whose sounds
combined
are my soul -
who I've been
since birth.
Maybe
even before.
They, can
easily say
things that
define them
like: aveugle
and sourd.
But still
dare
to get me
wrong.
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