I never thought
that
conformity
and
creativity
could co-exist
until
I saw you,
Conforming to your own creativity.
(
Maybe we all do
Until
we
find
creativity
in
co-existing
with our own
conformity.
)
© Hudson Biko
I never thought
that
conformity
and
creativity
could co-exist
until
I saw you,
Conforming to your own creativity.
(
Maybe we all do
Until
we
find
creativity
in
co-existing
with our own
conformity.
)
© Hudson Biko
Echoing
back and forth
across
internal
walls
we call
minds
,
compounding
their
presence
;
Reminding us (/me) that
they will never leave
That
we (/I)
will never leave.
© Hudson Biko
Why do we –
hang
on to those
that let
(go of)
/ us
(go)
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Florian Klauer
Calling you,
Always calls them back
;
And
I’m tired of
f a l l i n g.
© Hudson Biko
We stared at white walls that
reflected our own emptiness
;
calling it boredom.
© Hudson Biko