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I looked in the mirror and began to cry. Not ordinary tears but ones of deep sorrow. The kind that comes from generations of trauma. The ones where my ancestors break through And weep for me. A child of God. Their child. The fruit of their labor. The triumph among adversity. The culmination of centuries
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I wish that love could save the broken ones. Like me. Like us. There’s nothing to fix. No one to save. It all ends. My strength means nothing. It can’t carry me through this time. Tragedy is too trite a word. To describe the loss of ones so beautiful. So damned. So loved. And yet
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*Note: This post is from exactly one month ago. My dreams have been more memorable since lockdown began in March. Lately, I’ve been having the most vivid dreams. They often start off pleasant then devolve into nightmares. Two nights ago I dreamt that I was on a date with my boyfriend but we were in
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My life has changed drastically in the past year due to illness. The pain that I’ve felt has slowly increased to the point where there are days that I can barely function. The only option at this point is surgery, or so the doctor tells me. I’m just tired of not being able to live
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As you pulled away, it felt like a part of me was leaving with you. I’ve become too dependent on your love Or maybe not dependent enough. Panic burned my chest. My breath become shorter. I started to hyperventilate. My tears stung my eyes. My trust is beginning to waver. But my love holds on.
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He was the best thing to happen to me. A man so warm that he made everything melt away. All the pain of the past began to fade when we got together. But the unthinkable happened. A pandemic hit and tore us apart. Words dripped with longing. My skin began to burn. My heart began
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I fill the moments when I’m alone with a man that doesn’t exist. But I swear that he was real by the feeling left on my fingertips. There are no words left There’s nothing left to convey I repeat these broken promises at least twice a day. The anger has receded My tears are good
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I don’t know what I was looking for I just felt like it was too late I spent my youth playing games But mostly running away. From myself From my family From the cruelty of living. But I couldn’t run forever So I ran into the arms of a man Who held me like you
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I want to peel my skin off So I won’t be reminded of you I want to hide so the world won’t see my shame I want the ground to swallow me whole So I can disappear But none of that can happen I have to look in your eyes every day And not want
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Her eyes were ember colored. They pierced me with an intensity that has never been replicated. It was nice to be seen for the first time and it felt as though she really saw me. She laughed at my jokes, jokingly punched me in the arm, and put her head on my shoulder as we
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Trapped In The Margins 