The Joy Scribbles

"I hope you don't mind.. I hope you don't mind that I put down in words how wonderful life is now that you're in my world" Shout out to my muse and all his yumminess.

I had said to my love, I want to be a place for you - a soft place to eat and lie down. I will not interfere, I will be close and I will love you quietly without disturbing. He winced I wound and unwound my mind around it, focused and refocused my eyes on my self To see that I am not just a place. If I am a place to him, I am a jaanamaaz, the clean carpet for your prayers where you will press your forehead and say Subhaana rabbiyal-a laa. This is what women are: clean and supportive surfaces. As he lifts his head to  allah hu akbar,  I will shapeshift into the dome of the mosque and as you greet the angels on your shoulders I will be the concrete sky that absorbs the vibrations floating up to meet me, ameen  humming in my bones. Ameen with a sharp inward breath I will be the bird on the minaret. My voice rising before the sun and as the azaan begins my perch will shake And I will take flight instead of praying I will soar While men on the ground burn their arms building planes and mis

" I am trying not to wrap myself up in you. "                                                          _ a ten word story

I am practicing my french. "et parfois nous nous cachons dans d'autres personnes sans leur dire . Seulement d'être surpris quand ils partent avec des morceaux de nous." translation? "and sometimes we hide ourselves in other people without telling them. Only to be surprised when they leave with bits of us." You must remember to save the best parts of you for yourself

Hello there,  Higher Heights for Girls Organisation is a youth run feminist orientated non-government organisation concerned with the state of young men and women’s relationships with each other and within the community. Upon realizing the number of issues the youth face including high incidences of Gender Based Violence, Unemployment, Teen Pregnancy and HIV/Aids, a group of ten came together to officially register the NGO on December 12th. Higher Heights concerns itself with helping young men and women maintain healthy relationships with their partners and society, are better equipped for the working environment, make mature and rational career and financial choices as well as become better parents. In an attempt to achieve the above, we've began a blog which will become a safe space for young people to discuss gender issues. However, Higher Heights for Girls believes in diversity and will like to invite you to make submissions to the blog. Please find attached in this em

Me and Madam Nina Simone are hanging out this morning. :) Have a good day.

I told you I could do it.  But no one ever believes.  No one believes that girls as small as me can come apart,  can unhinge and stretch far enough to cover your whole world. No one believes I can make anyone and anything taste like me.  Come on darling?  Don't you see? I'm much bigger than you.

Dear Darling, You have convinced yourself that there is nothing more to you than him. But I am here to remind you that he is the stale taste of overnight cigarettes and the heavy presence of vodka on a sunday morning. And you? You are the sun and stars. A whole Galaxy. A swirl of places I could hide myself in. He tried to set you on fire didn't he? He tried to burn down your barricades and when you didn't break he fed you love in the form of roses, wine, Brazilian weaves and luxuries you never needed. He tried to coax you out of your safe room, Didn't he? He tried to fatten you up with insecurities so there would be no space for self love in there. Why did no one tell him you were a volcanoe? And that no one had survived your erruptions? Why did no one tell him that broken boys can't love strong women? Didn't he know? Didn't he see you would break him? Didn't he see you were not the kind of horse that could be tamed? Cause I did. I saw it the moment yo

Before I left everyone told me how much I would love it. How much everything about Cape Town reminds them of me. I loved it... The four days I spent in Cape Town made it so easy to love. She was loving and Sunny and Calm. Ever so calm. And she stretched into forever and I've never been more aware of how tiny I am than trying to see the difference between the beginning of the sky and the ending of the ocean. Everything about Cape Town is so me. From the way people walk everywhere, to how even the traffic sounds like song, to how very few people wear jeans. No one cares about anything beyond themselves. and I went to this place called The Waiting Room where people literally smoke weed in public on a roof and even though I don't approve or condone drug use I found that funny. Cape Town? Cape Town is a barefooted, dreadlocked, skateboarding, shorts wearing hippie. She is tanned and never forgets her shades or lip balm, sometimes wears bikinis as whole outfits, owns two german

Its four Am. Your friend just dropped you off. You have no idea how drunk you are till you dial his number and it doesn't go through. You sob. Ýou hope he chose you.