Category: deviant literature

• February 3, 2020

  A hero of my own

  I learnt what I was never taught, To trust none but the strength of my own thought And within myself I discovered the strength which I so desperately sought. Faith is the super power that I’ve got The power of ‘I can’ and ‘I will’ lets me move Kilimanjaro and unsink titanic, the great boat…
• February 3, 2020

  Loud silence

  My lungs fill with fire to exhale desire I hate these echoes I hear, Echoes of unspoken murmurs and endless fear, I prefer my room with ambient sound And my library screaming loud But someone stole my passion, so now I sit in silence … sometimes quiet is violent I’m forced to deal with what…
• February 3, 2020

  I used to be racist

  I used to be racist, and hated white faces. Now I’m no longer sure what the worst is Not to short-change my despise for the white colonist, but there seems to be a worse devil in the name of black politricks. I used to be racist Such a terrible habit I needed to desist but…