I am a Poet. Poetry is Me.

Poetry has an unwillingness to be defined, labelled, or nailed down.

Poetry is the chiselled marble of language. It is a paint-spattered canvas, but the poet uses words instead of paint, and the canvas is you.

By Mark Flanagan

About Rebel Rouser Bubblehead

About Me…

I am a young free-spirited African writer trying to embody pan Africanism in my daily life. I use this blog to share my thoughts, views, experiences and most importantly my poetry. Happy reading and if I inspire you, pass the word around and inspire the next person

My Poetry and Posts

Recent Posts…

  • Woodstock
    I need to stretch, come out of my cacoon Step outside, culture, people, real, fading maybe Smile and wave, not too sure if I look like I do not belong I am sure I do not want to belong, you look forgotten I feel discarded but I still feel sorryContinue reading “Woodstock”
  • Sunday Reflections Part 4
    I do not always feel the need to leave the shoreline. I love listening to the waves and feeling the soft wet sand between my toes. I love being here; not in the raging water nor on the polluted land. Getting older has made me understand mundane lives, people whoContinue reading “Sunday Reflections Part 4”
  • Sunday Reflections Part 3
    I can do better. I have been checking myself quite a bit as of late. I primarily do this with characteristics I would rather not have. After noting it, I pray about it and I become intentional about improving. For instance, I burn bridges. I light them up and IContinue reading “Sunday Reflections Part 3”

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