Creative Writing

When He Cut My Hair

He unwraps the towel and folds it. Underneath he is wearing a red langot, not covering much, generously revealing some of his round ass cheeks.
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Poem : Proud of Being Me

They say am cursed, am a sinner, Yes I am, in all glamour. They say am against God, am not pious, Yes I am not, I love being inauspicious.
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Poem: Happily Gay

I'm born this way & I'mhappily grateful & beautiful all my ways. I'm not gonna wait for any society, any strangers, any government to decide my rights to live, to love, to walk the path. I won't wait for the acceptance by anyone. My cr... Read More...