When I Grow Up

By Thando Fuze / @Thando_Fuze When I grow up I want to be…me. Soul shaken, dancing to Sunday afternoon jazz, pride screaming in the dark corners of my strength yelling to get out with love, the size of a colour spectrum seeping through my childhood scars. When I grow up, Stars will be my lucky charms. […]
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Execute isitabane

By Gabisile Mthembu The life of a butch woman is full of hate, Her life executed in a blink of eye, Sent into a shadow of sorrow, Humanity no longer exists. Heartless women celebrate the death of another woman “azifevelelezitabane ” No mercy. I fear the cold hearts of homophobic women. Celebrating the struggles of […]
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Through the eyes of my woman

By Adebimbola Looking deep through the eyes of my woman I see drive, passion, power, strength, I see love, willingness to fight, fragility, secrets, and a burning desires, I see fear, push for security, hope, faith, weariness, confusion, and comfort. All this makes my woman a woman of substance, a woman with She is a […]
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After

By @SistaSeeker It was almost thirty minutes before she realized that she had been lying still for a while. She didn’t know how long. The stillness of the present contradicted the movement of the past so much it felt like time wrapping itself around itself. She stirred. She was not sleeping. She was just still. […]
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Immaterial Treasure

By Zuzu My brand is not BLACK My trademark isn’t LESBIAN You will not find me on the shelves priced at 99 BLACK rands and 99 LESBIAN cents My elegance is not found on aisle figure “femme” neither flowing onto aisle figure “butch” My barcode will not scan unnatural My identity is not manufactured on […]
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Think

By Nina Mort Every day is a reminder of how no one dares ask questions of existence. Why we came to exist, or why some of us cease to (how did we come to be you see). Why there must be a high supreme God who seems to be a puppeteer to his kin, (we […]
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Numb

By Khanya Jack I’ve never understood the concept of being numb until today. The only constant is the lump in my throat reminding me that against all pretense things are not okay. As I firmly press my mental being to react to my current state of affairs, she looks me deadlocked in the eye and […]
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Remembrance

By Nana Brantuo Does my presence make you uneasy? Does my story force you to face truths and realities you’d rather ignore? That’s unfortunate You see, I’ve lived my life Recalling that day Remembering that hour Jumping at the touch of foreign hands Shivering meeting unfamiliar eyes I can’t seem to understand who plays the […]
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