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No one taught me how to organize No one taught me how to clean So I sat with my neuroses until I could no longer breathe Hit fast forward towards oblivion Living life in 2x speed has it’s perks But I’m just a bunch of failed projects Incompletes that become never will be’s
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I ran away from the place that I created out of fear. Afraid of the life that I wanted to live and the life I never could live Afraid that the person I’m calling my forever would discover the truth. The truth will set you free they said. They said a lot of things. For
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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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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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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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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.
Trapped In The Margins 