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January Winter doesn’t feel the same anymore. I miss the bitter cold Winters of my youth. The ones where the cold would sink into one’s bones. It physically hurt to breathe. Those are the winters that I miss. Because I could make an excuse for the tears in my eyes. Tears of sadness, frustration, anger.…
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I’ve been crying lately at the most seemingly random times. This healing journey is no joke. Did you know that you have to feel your feelings and not rationalize them away? I sure didn’t. Now, a wave of emotion hits me and I crumble where I stand. Feeling negative emotions after being hurt feels like…
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Meeting you in a past life would have been a waste. The old versions of me would not be able to handle all of you. The way that you view the world is quite innocent. There’s still good in the world in your eyes. My heart has been worn down by disappointment. Straining to find…
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It feels like I’ve been stuck in a loop for the past five years when it comes to working. I’ve had several different jobs over the years, some more stable than others. Each was a learning experience and all were traumatic in their own ways. I decided to end this cycle of crappy job situations…
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The title of this may seem contradictory to the masses, but I know that there are a select few that will understand what I mean. I will elaborate for those that do not. I identify as a black woman and I also identify as a black person. Still confused? Let’s break this down. I was…
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30 looms around the corner but I’m not afraid of it anymore. There’s something about society telling us to be young forever ..that seems like a scam. Youth wasn’t all it was set up to be. The life I was supposed to led was dictated by reality tv. That wasn’t the life meant for me.…
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Asking for another new beginning seems redundant at this point. Yet here we are, on the precipice of something great, or so it would seem. My body is too fragile. To suffer another loss would be devastating. So please, let me have this tabula rasa. For the final time.
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In the face of a white man, I’ll always be a black woman. I only get to be myself when I’m by myself. Gender, identity, preferences blur then fall away all together. I don’t have to pretend to be everyone that I’m not. I’m tired of trying on someone else’s persona in order to feel…
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Please pick up the phone. You need to know the truth. My heart aches knowing that I’m lying to the person that I love. But there’s this weight I’ve been carrying for far too long. This feeling of discomfort fills my stomach. The thought of a future where my mistakes no longer haunt me. That’s…
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I was in a creative slump for the last few months of 2021. I was not able to write anything of merit, except for one poem. I cherish that poem the most because I wrote it for the person that I am in love with. I do not say that lightly. I guess my creative…
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Trapped In The Margins 