My Blog

My greatest love is my ten, going on 20, year old son. He came into our lives and turned it ‘upside down and round and round’. Once he...

The first poem I ever wrote was about domestic abuse. I was thirteen years old and must have seen something on the news or television...

Growing up I used to love going to my local youth club and as I got older, going to clubs: I love dancing with a passion. There were many...

Being one of the few African children at my school; my name was different and so were my hairstyles. I used to get called, Busy Biscuit,...

I have found that the negativity said or shown to me has created a lot of doubts in my head. I was once told that my bottom was too big...

I started my poetry journey many years ago and have always loved playing with words: we always had a dictionary in our house. Through...