2025 is five years since my mother died. This letter is something I wrote to her when I was just entering adulthood and I felt it appropriate to share it on her birthday which was on the 5th of April. I miss my mother ev...

This poem is one of my earlier works in 2020. It was the year my mother died and it speaks about the day we went to pick up her ashes at the funeral home. It was probably one of the hardest days of my life. I remember it clear...

Blood on my hands tells a story of a little girl who went through an excruciating and life-altering experience by the hands of her stepfather. It tells the story of how victims always blame themselves and how the scars linger, years af...

I wanted to share this piece as part of the 16 Days of Activism against violence against women and children but I missed my deadline. That being said, its still relevant. This piece speaks about the physical touch of a man on ...

So this poem is very special to me. I wrote it for my husband J.Fray years ago and it has come full circle featuring on his debut album Rhythmic Reso...

I think we all know Proverbs 31. It's an inspiring scripture on what it means to be a Godly woman. I love it, I truly do and I do aspire to be that kind of woman but when I imagine the woman who inspired the scripture, I think...

I was invited by Project Isizwe to discuss my poem 'I Am Her'. It's part of my Women's Month content for August in South Africa, ahead of Women's Day on the 9th of August. Speaking about why I wrote the poem and hearing how it...

This poem was written a few years ago. It's sort of a conversation between myself and well, myself. As women, we are put under immense pressure to look a certain way, act a certain way and be a certain way. This poem was me te...

I wrote this poem when my mother was still alive. I think I gifted it to her somehow. Today is the 3rd anniversary of her death, so I thought I'd bring it back to life again. J Ross produced the music. You ca...

This poem I wrote in honour of my late mother, Mindra Flanagan. She had a beautiful white dress she wore to various events; a wedding, the ballet. She looked so beautiful in it, and I wrote this to remember her in that way; be...

This poem was inspired by a visit to Freedom Park in Pretoria right before our Mama Afrika event in April where I recited this poem live. I saw and learned many things about our history at Freedom Park, and each word and line in this p...

This poem was inspired by the rawness and vulnerability of love, true love, and the possibility and opportunities it can provide if received well. My Love Is Wild was written and published in 2018 from a personal poin...

A poem about the simple and beautiful things in life that we sometimes take for granted. It's the small things that matter. Music added by JRoss.