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He’s waiting for the girl he met and loved to return to himBut she’s gone now.A woman returned in her place.Damaged by mistreatment from strangers.Aching to be that girl once more.The one that he held at the beach that cool Summer night.The one that he took to the movies.The one that he drove to the…
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Reeling from the stupidity of months wasted,I continued to waste more time with people that wanted nothing to do with me.All of these people floated in and out of my life like a revolving door.I couldn’t keep up with the personalities.It was truly exhausting.Until John Doe popped up.He had an air about him that compelled…
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I saw her photo on one of those apps. You know, the one named after a lesser god.Her eyes were brown or maybe they were gray.Honestly, I don’t remember that well. But I do remember the way she tilted her head in photos.The quintessential millennial pose. Angled so high as if the viewer were taking…
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I became accustomed to violence being a language of love that I shuddered at the thought of anything else.A finger pointed in my face casting blame like a spell from a fairy tale.A voice that sounded sweeter than molasses became grating like moving styrofoam around boxes.The hand that held mine so lightly was suddenly around…
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*Originally written 1/19/2023 I honor myself as a black woman I honor myself as a black person Who would I be if society did not tell me I were those people? Separating me from the communities that were created to protect and build, not alienate and destroy We were born to be resourceful and rely…
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I was looking for a CD player that I used to own. It was my favorite color and I distinctly remember it having a radio function as well. I loved that stupid thing. I wanted to use it because I ordered a signed CD from one of my favorite musicians. I regret my choices and…
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I don’t want your pain to be my pain. And I definitely don’t want my pain to be yours. Empathy is deadly. The burden of carrying two pains is too great a burden. Compassion is better. Boundaries are sexy.
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More pain than woman. Not so easy to dismiss. Feelings of regret Singed my damaged lips. Fear struck a cord So deep inside, I admit I never heard the tune it played But felt it was disjointed The damage flowed freely From one soul to the next Cycles of inadequacy Coupled with trauma Doubled by…
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The people I love are shadows Because they no longer exist. They are trapped in my memory. Mere shadows of what they used to be. Thoughts of what was and what will never be. Fading with time as everything does. But the pain never really goes away.
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I’m not an architect but I keep making plans Hoping one day the world would fit in the palm of my hands Praying that one day I could make you mine But loving you is like watching the sun rise It’s beautiful and brilliant but it’s not only for me But honestly you’re the woman…
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Trapped In The Margins 