For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had trouble expressing myself. I was a child with low self-esteem and confidence issues. Mostly, I was the quiet girl in class who was too thin with extra hard hair one of my aunties once told me I was supposed to be a boy. I don’t know why I have never forgotten that, seem like it’s still a bother.
High school was a phase in my life I don’t recall fondly. It was clearly monumental but I struggled so much with my life during that period. So, I started a diary. I’d write my days’ occurrences detailing the parts I thought were important. In hindsight it was my was of escape or helping me stay grounded and sane.
I realized that I loved writing through those diaries.
Poetry was a result of falling in love.
After I joined campus, I fell in love for the first time. I really liked the guy and he liked me back and so I wrote a poem for him one day. He loved it. From then on it was a rollercoaster. I wasn’t so good in the beginning and over 10 years in this, it’s still a wonder to me how poetry comes to me. My poems are the best way I express myself. When I’m pushed up in a corner, flying for joy or burning with anger, I turn to poetry for comfort. Those empty pages accept my words of ink and I feel home there.
There are some here categories into the following. I do hope they’ll touch you in one way or another.