I have found love in The stillness of Nature In the sound of the Waves In a turtle's quiet Eloquence In places, forgotten The Unapologetic Poet- #poet #poetry #muse #nature

iv I struggle with openers And scissors Fixing a bulb has Never been my thing Proudly a southpaw Left has always been My good side I think using The right side of the Brain I'm not too common The Unapologetic Poet- Happy International Left handed Day to me! #poem #Left-handed

iii I invited unnecessary Attention. Holding a pen with my Left hand. Always a spectacle Because I could write Backwards. Fast with the pen. I always finished assignments first. The Unapologetic Poet- #poem ##Left-handed

ii At dinner I held the knife and Fork the wrong way round My left hand always Rubbed someone's Right hand The feeling always Drew a deceptive gaze And blame was allocated My chair was placed at The end of the dining Table The Unapologetic Poet- #Left-handed #Poem

i The school thought I was rude and weird Grabbing a spoon with My left hand Forced to use right My left hand was Repeatedly scarred The Unapologetic Poet- Being a left handed poet. #Left-handed #Leftie

Update: We moved the Poetry Festival to 7th and 8th August because we had to incorporate other activities. Same venue. 🌹 If you're in Kampala, join us! The Unapologetic Poet- #poetry #Festival #Literature #PoetryFestival

If you're in Kampala on 1st August, do come for the Kampala Poetry Festival at Hotel Africana. There will be spoken word performances, poetry readings and conversations. You can make a reservation using this link. Reserve here; docs.google.com/forms/d/1YTr... #poetry #poetryfestival #literature

Celebrating Poetry. If you're in Uganda on 1st August.

With him, i always felt like a tatty room A threadbare floor rug Ragged clothes Worn out shoes Stained bed linen Used condom wrappers Like plumes of smoke In a messy kitchen Film of grease around the gas stove Like a dilapidated road He treated me like a journey He didn't intend to stay #poetry

When my poems were published in Germany. I gave a two hours poetry performance in a theatre in Frankfurt and also conducted two workshops about African women and silence. Beautiful experience. The Unapologetic Poet- #poetry #poet

When fortune Turns into misfortune And I can't hold a tune Be my tune When the world turns And I start to burn Burn from inside Hold me outside When I'm lost Be my host I'll pack light Love me as the night Without losing light The Unapologetic Poet- #poet #poetry #muse

When the songs Of the revolution Fade Dress me Address me By my maiden name Before you chant freedom with the night that enslaved me Drown me in a pot of gongo and decorate my feet with the soils from the Kilimanjaro. I want to dance The Unapologetic Poet- Gongo: Maize brew #poetry #africa

iv They say a girl's first love is her father I've been bred by pain The ghost of daddy still haunts me Beams in the eyes of every man who says my name I guess he never left Some wounds never heal It's 2026 and I'm just 5 Still as he left me Heartbroken The Unapologetic Poet- #poetry

iii They say that a woman's choices in men spring from an admired father figure Mine missed the roll call Maybe he missed the bus But Martin Luther King had a dream and still showed up for the March on Washington for jobs and freedom on August 28th 1963 The Unapologetic Poet- #poetry

ii I searched for the missing face of my father in the arms of borrowed men whose love felt like safety but idea of commitment was equivalent to a politician's sermon on election night The Unapologetic Poet- #fathersday #poetry

i They say a girl's first love is her father I got my first heartbreak when I was barely 5 Scarred like a warrior I bled from invisible stab wounds. Lacerated thoughts and blank memories Deprived childhood and forsaken lover gone without a trace The Unapologetic Poet- #fathersday #poetry

Time zones ⏰️ I want to stretch out My legs like continents And make love to you on the World map Embrace you at The intersection between Your crescent moon And my full moon. Draped in each other's Arms on the belly of The equator Lover, Let's pack light The Unapologetic Poet- #poetry #love

A cloudy night in Kampala. The moon hangs like a Hunter's horn. Orphaned stars Roam the night sky. The Unapologetic Poet- #night #poetry #photo

He imbibed absinthe and drowned unuttered words in sunlit fantasies and cobalt skies He painted his reflections without retrospection to escape from fright Immortalized his foibles in tormented lines Spelling out the anguish of a soul troubled #Art #poetry The Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh

What's a man devoid of emotion? A vacant hotel room. A cesspool of pain. Purgatory of dreams. As empty as a dictator's public address to the people. Tears are nature's ways of cleansing. It's what makes us human. The Unapologetic Poet- #mensmentalhealth #poet #poetry #mentalhealth #men

Weakness is forbidden. His tears are blinked away like life's worries. With pain etched on his face, he breathes with water in his lungs. Heavily burdened by the human guile. The Unapologetic Poet- #man #mensmentalhealth #poet #poetry

Who gives a man comfort when anger is absorbed inside and tears melt as sea ice? Does he drown in a pothole of his own tears or drench the robe of a lover. The Unapologetic Poet- #MensMentalHealth #poet #poetry

Where does a man store his pain in the presence of society's restrictive norms? Kill every feeling and wear a stone face Does he bleed from inside and store his burnt emotions in a cremation urn? #MensMentalHealthMonth #poet #poetry

The neighborhood dogs converge for choir practice The moon buries his face in the clouds' bosom The awakening The Unapologetic Poet- #poet #poem #poetry #muse

Radically profiled Not favored to travel Opportunities are postponed Cross checked Examined like a suspect An African’s plight is foretold and desire to travel is rejected Somali referee Omar Abdulkadir Artan had to return to Mogadishu after US immigration denied him entry #WorldCup #poetry

Tired feet Sore heels Calloused hands Charred skin Manicured nails Unmanicured nails Bright red lipstick And heels The women's circle Gathered Like beans We sorted out our Trauma and exposed The cicatrices on Our wrists and Scabs that hadn't Healed The Unapologetic Poet- #poetry #poet #women

My work has been published in Poland. Thanks to Cafe Europa. 🌹 The Unapologetic Poet- #poet #poetry #book #publish

I didn't feel the emptiness Until he told me that He didn't Love me Anymore. Truth is, I had stopped feeling. I wasn't feeling Him or us. I was already empty. Empty. As he found me. First. The Unapologetic Poet- #poetry #poet #poem #thoughts

In my society, Women walk with Faces lowered To The ground Sighing with their Mouths wide open Uncertain about the Next day. Silence is encouraged Loud women like me Are shamed and Victimized. The Unapologetic Poet- #patriarchy #women #Society #poet #poetry

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙰 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎... The Unapologetic poet- #poetry #poet #thoughts #muse