It wasn’t the start I imagined. 

But would it have ever happened 

Wasn’t it always like this?

Constant madness denouncing bliss. 

Yes that’s exactly how it always is. 

Aim for that goodness but manage to miss. 

If sadness had a currency then I’d be rich. 

Rich enough to make each day my bitch. 

But in reality sadness is constant rain.

I want to erase 90% of what’s in my brain.         

But each day I must relive the pain.

Who am I kidding, I was born to play this loosing game. 




When I first saw you all I felt when I looked at you was the colour black.

Everything about you was harsh and dark. 

Then I read your words one by one.

Suddenly the dark clouds broke letting in the sun. 

It was just enough sun for me to wonder. 

Wonder what was beneath this iron sculpture. 

The curiosity lead me to get to know you.

I was nicely surprised and my heart flew. 

Determined you came for me and I didn’t have a clue. 

You had plans for me, if only I knew. 

I may have allowed myself time. 

Time feel all your colours before crossing that line. 

I didn’t realise that your colours were painted on. 

You were too broken from the island storm. 

You didn’t have to be strong. 

Showing who you are isn’t wrong. 

Perhaps I would have understood.

I would have been patient and seen the good. 

But I run 

Oh Yes I run,

Run as far away as I could so I wouldn’t see you when I looked back. 

But no matter where I went your sun still shone through your black. 

Like a moth to a flame I’m pulled back in

It seems the space allowed me to see through the burning paraffin. 

No Amount of smoke or paint can detract from who you are. 

And that’s a beautiful broken star. 

A star would capture the eye of Renoir. 


I’m used to going at it all alone. 

I got used to not needing anyone. 

I made sure that I was as solid as a black diamond after the last few times.

Then the Rabbit came along holding out its double nines. 

It took some time to warm up to it all. 

Cause after all I was solid behind my diamond wall. 

I gave into Rabbit because I saw something I forgot I was looking for. 

Once I got a taste, it resonated deep in my core. 

Next thing I know I’m tumbling into the heart headfirst.

The fall was hard and damn it hurt. 

Life then took over throwing a few spears and grenades. 

Despite the pain I had no choice but to grin and bear it all. 

Be strong and tough when all I wanted to do was bawl. 

The plans and that little flicker of hope I had was gone. 

It seems I had lessons to learn as the curtains were drawn.

I am still not certain what it was all for. 

But I am sure it’s now hit the basement floor. 

The magic that was there has turned sour. 

And the words run run run got even more louder.

Hundreds of days aimlessly passed. 

Each one pushing me further away from that whirlwind blast. 

All that’s left is this wild melody that played when Rabbit came along.

It has now turned into a different kind love song. 

When I remember the old verse I thought I no longer wished to feel a damn thing. 

But this new song and it’s sweet beautiful melody has made it easier to bear the sting.

No fear, I’m ready once more to let go and just feel it all. 

With no care in the world I look forward to tumbling into my next epic fall!



These days I have been thinking a lot about my African side, where I was born and raised till I was twelve years old.
We are such beautiful, innovative, happy people with riches to unfold.
We have so much but the world around us make us believe we have nothing and that we need them in order to survive. 
They have created a system around us that brings Africa to its knees with a rusty knife. 
And they turn around and call it democracy and freedom. 
But it’s the biggest con!
I have had first hand experience of starvation and seen so many go through the same thing but we have land and lots of it.
We should be cultivating that land but we are led to believe by the governments and establishments we trust that we need imported food to eat. 
We have an abundance of coal, oil, gold, cocao and so many commodities but we export most of it at the lowest price. 
It sadness me deeply and brings tears to my eyes. 
Our continent is so beautiful, we have everything we need to be self sufficient and rich but again we are led to believe we are not enough.
So they create billion dollar charities that pay a lot of people a lot of money to “help” us out of the rough. 
Would it not make more sense to leave us be?
Use that money to pay off the debts we are chained to so we can be free?
But the bending over process of Africa is too deep and goes back too far that we are now a problem.
It is easier to do everything to convince a flower that it cannot blossom. 
But there is this magic in the air in Africa.
It’s so sweet, you can taste it when you breathe it in, it’s an enigma. 
Our big heart is and was our biggest downfall.
We are always happy to let people in, our pure love has no wall. 
We believe that people will be as kind as we are. 
I have heard “them” call is stupid because of what we are. 
Our greatness and innovative souls runs far deeper than any civilization.
With people like me, one day we will help Africa come to the realization. 
That we matter not to the world but to each and every one of us. 
That we can be the great continent that we have forgotten we are. 
Someday soon we will come together, rise and shine as bright as one black star!
Poem by me Sarah Martin💋


When he touches me at my core,  

I rain, I pour. 
When he kisses me softly,

I rain so effortlessly.
When he looks into my eyes,

I rain, there’s no disguise.
When he calls out my name,

I rain, there’s no restrain. 
When he touched me there,

I rain, I start to swear.
When he engulfs me,

I rain, the light into heaven is all I see.
When he rides my wave,

I rain, the sea bed I no longer crave.
When he bursts into my sky,

I rain, flooding myself into the best explosive high.
My poem 🙂