Kayanda, Author at The Jamaican Blogs™

Two Way Mirror

There is something terribly strange in a two way mirror. That eye, that nose, that mouth I never recognize. There

Curiosity took the first bite, not I. The bitter taste of knowledge poisoned my tongue. The words, now venom

Why should I believe what you say? You claim I should trust the words you spoke. It was those

To be immaculate is to be everything they want you to be. Rather to be every thing you want you

Darkness… Death… Cold… Nothing… Are the few words I dare to think about- hope to dream of? Silence. Crippling silence;