pen, pad and thoughts...

I told myself, that I forgot how to write. I forgot what it was like to let the pen, lead my life. S t e p p i n g back. I can see that my false busyness, self doubt and insecurities bounded me, ...

https://nikkitarobert.wordpress.com/2017/11/12/mind-your-mind/

In the end, I’ll still be woman and she’ll still be me. But together we would have succeeded in bringing unity to a world that tends to focus on, he. © 2017 Nikkita Robert

https://nikkitarobert.wordpress.com/2017/05/11/33/

They ask me where my strength comes from? As if I went out and bought it. They don’t understand, it’s embedded in me. It has become me. It is me. Dig deeper, digger. Dig deeper. When I say sc...

https://nikkitarobert.wordpress.com/2017/05/11/23/

In honour of International Women’s Day || Poem 1/3.  Woman. Women. How beautiful are we? Our eyes carry a vision, of a world we want to see. We gaze at the sunlight and let her beam reflect ou...

https://nikkitarobert.wordpress.com/2017/03/09/13/

Smile baby, smile baby, smile. Inside my Nana’s laugh, I witness my mother. Her candid spirit which, stretches deep like the ocean with no telling whose heart it’ll reach. Smile baby, smile b...

https://nikkitarobert.wordpress.com/2016/06/26/smile-baby/

I am black girl, and she is me. I won’t apologise for the way God made me to be. But you. You, who twist your neck, when my hair doesn’t seem in “check”. You, who notices the pigmentation...

https://nikkitarobert.wordpress.com/2016/05/18/i-am-black-girl/

My goodbye didn’t mean forever nor see you later. It meant that I would keep our memories, memorise your heartbeat and love you forever. When I said goodbye to my Papa, I was asking Jesus to ta...

https://nikkitarobert.wordpress.com/2016/05/18/goodbye/

I don’t know if he looks at me like I’m the only girl in the room. But I hope so. I hope his eyes recognise every outline of my character. I pray his ears hear every word I speak. And may his...

https://nikkitarobert.wordpress.com/2016/05/13/only-girl/

It took me a while to understand that the wind was your best friend. The penny dropped, when your words resembled cold breeze and your silhouette was nowhere to be seen. © 2016 Nikkita Robert

https://nikkitarobert.wordpress.com/2016/05/12/cold-breeze/

You have become my dream, you leave me experiencing symptoms of a contagious nostalgia. Memories become blurred, and I wonder if they even happened. You have become my dream, and I can’t keep h...

https://nikkitarobert.wordpress.com/2016/05/12/a-dreamers-reality/