FINDING WHAT'S WORTH SAYING

I do not speak.Even though my silence is ladenPregnant like a fertile maidenFor instead I findThat someone already has the words my mindWants to say and more,Someone's voice already carries with it a powerA conviction that mine cannot muster Sometimes, or in recent times rather, I have felt like the poem above. I mean I was feeling like that when I scribbled it into my notes months ago. Over the past few weeks I've given up on microblogging site twitter, primarily because I just felt like it was high time I took a break from all of that, and because my feed exposed me to people who were always looking for something to be up in arms about whether justified or not that it was just tiring, and I suspect someone ...

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LETTER TO MY FATHER

Over a thousand reasons for why I would have loved you to be here. Hey Dad, its your bespectacled son. Yeah me. No I don’t blame you for the conditions surrounding my myopia. We both know it’s from Mom’s side of the family. Your mom, my grandma could stone people with palm kernel nuts sixty feet away and not miss well into her seventies so we know it’s not from your side. This useless chest hair on the other hand sha… I started listening to Moelogo on repeat and I’ve been feeling weird feelings, like writing you this letter. Actually I think it’s more than that, I’ve been following strange people that have advised me to start sharing my feelings more often. That was something only me and you did oh, how time...

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