Hola, amigos! I’m back after a long hiatus from blogging to pontificate on pride and its follies. I’m not sure if I’ll keep coming back to blogging or this is just a one-off thing because I needed to vent. Either way, I’m writing tonight and I wondered if some of you felt the same way…
Copyright © Pradita Kapahi, 2018.
I don’t want a man who Solves my problems for me, I want one who Solves my problems with me. I don’t want a man who Shows me how to get things done, I want one who gives me space To figure it out on my own. I don’t need a man to buy me…
I look in the mirror And what do I see? My crown of brown Speckled with white. Eyes sunken into the skull, Spider webs stretched across my face, Lines around the mouth Where emotions rest – A smile, a frown, a thin line of dissent. Lips that move to soothe, To kiss and caress, Or…
Copyright © 2018 Pradita Kapahi
Copyright © 2018 Pradita Kapahi.
Water, slick like oil, Glistens like molten gold. Snaking into cracks, crevasses, Creeping into the stoic earth. She trills along moss-kissed stones Flounders into a bay, And untroubled by sludgy sands of the delta, To her sister, Earth, she says – You may be solid and I may be slow, But behold! I’m just as mighty as…
