About My Writing - Tanya Williams

 

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A SHUT MOUTH...TALKING

8 January 2022 #Bloganuary - About my writing...

A Best friend listens from Sunday through to Saturday, now that's a compadre. My Karnal, My Vato, gives ear to every joyful or sorrowful event, and never once did betray. Dude, I know at times you speak the same language decide to write today! And this friend don't care, bring on any genre... write.

That is when I learnt that my rhymes of the Nubian Queen MC had a third eye. Writing your pain is another form of a therapy between yourself and your ink. what relief indeed it had brought me seeing that the entire family was now gone and my daughter melting her own pain for the loss of her brother at his tender age of only 6, I had to be her fort, her reach, her knight. I reached and reached, I yelled and screamed and cried for help, I tormented my throat roaring for an ear, yet no sound reached my oblongata or even sighed out a desperate breathe at all. I was facing a Berlin wall, yet this one was showing Hitler much superiority. Tortured and scared with raw stitches only patching the slits that Excalibur had left when splitting my skeleton in half that morning, a double sided reflex tape pasted with hot glue was against my lips. If only I could find that woman in Saudi Arabia who had her own family blown up, maybe we could share a drink, because only that Woman and I, would understand the language of our tidal wave.

Alone with Mom's scented little candle, automatically smelling her bossom filled with Red Door since I've been little, I picked up the empty cigarette box, ripping it open for absolutely no frustrating reason my confused mind could puzzle, the inside white of that Rothmans box is when my echo began flowing in the form of ink. relief began. So, what I enjoy about writing? Many may think oh how boring! I'd respond most optimistically on a stage with a 10 000 AMP mic, it's the cheapest form of therapy. Pandemic world you should try it sometime. With time, your writing shall mature just as mine. So, comment on me... what is it that you like about my writing?

 

A hidden line to find? In the stillness of my silence even though my love had been a victim of sabotage and I respect his wish to just be silent, I pray his siblings realize when that bus does vapour him away again, that they read between our silent lines, that what I witnessed and what these walls whispered, was only just a lie to get your brother blamed on air.... he indeed has improved and awaited just for 1 to say ‘’I see that 5% in your A for effort’’. God Bless this awesome family.... truly... to the one this is meant for... He's hurt...

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