Author: Makewana

Tits

The young ones, new at the gameYank upon me, their inexperience lending itselfto tight, rough grips that leave my smooth skin raw.I let them, without saying anything.This is what it is to be handled by most men -Uncaring,...

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The Beauty in Scars

I was seven when she was born. The day her mum brought her from the hospital my mum became so harsh, filled with pain and sorrow. Her forehead was always wrinkled like she had aged to death. I could smell anger and distress in...

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PAINT SCARS, by TAMANDA KANJAYE

Third Prize winner, 2019 Makewana Poetry Competition     He said he wanted to paint me, That I needed another shade or two. He said I was far too ugly, And needed to be decorated in something new.   But his paint brushes were...

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