Miziyeza Stories

When voices go unheard, Let emotions speak through every word. Speaking up is not a crime, So poetry becomes the voice in rhyme. Where pen meets paper, feelings take fli...

"Mommy, can I donate my heart to my sister?" Words that shattered my heart and my eyes would burst into tears whenever I remembered how my son asked me that f...

I really did my best- my very best. I guess that best was just the bare minimum for your eyes. Expectations of yours are far too high to reach, and for you my struggles...