My Living Dead Father

“Every time I see my father I see Hell as a human.” My body is a room. I hanged my father’s portrait On the wall of emotional traumas around my heart. My heart is the place, I learnt how…
“Every time I see my father I see Hell as a human.” My body is a room. I hanged my father’s portrait On the wall of emotional traumas around my heart. My heart is the place, I learnt how…
Communal or domestic violence, crimes against women, child abuse and sexual harassment are some of the major issues the world is facing as of today. Even though strict laws have been imposed for criminals of such, the crime rate still…
We don’t talk about our dark days. Of all earth’s lush night plant life, you choose to call the girl with war in her mouth and bullets for dialect by a flower’s name. I am your love language with petals…
What exactly have I done so wrong? I have listened to his cries and please I have tried to understand all of his Hopes, dreams and needs Yet as time goes on He continues to hate me Not trusting in…