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Who owns peace
Homes turned furnace. Screaming dogs, burning forests, raining bombs...

Marieke de Koker
Jun 27


Cry with me, Mother
Cry with me, Mother, and let our teardrops turn to rock. You can strike me until I shatter into a million pieces: I will become the sands...

Marieke de Koker
Aug 26, 2024


Beached
If words are your only vessel, then I am beached. For I live in a wealth of intuition, of which the world has become impoverished

Marieke de Koker
Jul 1, 2024


Altruist
Give me a seed and I will grow a garden. Give me a hand and I will never let go. Give me love and...

Marieke de Koker
May 19, 2024


White Man
For the ghost who haunts my dreams, pale and skinny emo...the guy who looks like me, White Man, you are the part of me I hate the most...

Marieke de Koker
Nov 11, 2023


Not Woman Enough For Me
You. Who are not woman enough for me, You. Who are not what I thought you would be... objects soaring like shells and stars, the wrong way

Marieke de Koker
Aug 3, 2023


The Curse of Eve
She ran home crying in her blood stained dress, she feared she was dying, her mother never told her about womanhood...

Marieke de Koker
Aug 2, 2023


Healing Bath
I never realized that forgiveness was not meant to free the sinners, it was meant to free the hands of the inflicted from carrying the...

Marieke de Koker
Aug 1, 2023


Born of Angels
Born of angels - not a mother, not a father - raised by love incarnate in a vivid world without color, where the harsh contrasts of white on black cease to frame the grainy faces...

Marieke de Koker
Jul 15, 2021
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