'No more over-sweetened tea with friends, or waiting to get a coffee and hoping the machine actually works this time.'
'Now that it is over, you say, we must know how good it was'
A set of poems for my friend Scrappy, as she prepares to leave for Italy.
A poem about the trauma and injustice of living as a woman in a patriarchal world
'You twist my tongue, so much so that I start speaking like you.'
"You are no more, but I bear your name, with glimpses of you in me, I am here all the same"
Contrary to popular belief, history isn't set in stone. In fact, it's especially susceptible to political manipulation.