life
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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.
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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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What does it mean to be happy in love? I mean, truly happy. No asterisk. I’ve been asking myself that question for longer than I can remember. But then, you appeared. I can’t forget the day that we met because I was absolutely terrified. But then you looked at me. So shy and awkward. Your
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There’s strength in vulnerability that I never knew existed. Vulnerability was off limits for someone like me. The child of immigrants. Meant to withstand pain with a smile. Never show weakness, never let them see you bleed But survival mode has its limits. And I’ve reached mine. It’s time to let go of the past.
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Dating in 2021 should be a dream But it’s more like a nightmare…a dream deterred People have walked in and out of my life so quickly I should just install a revolving door Make it easier for them to leave. Yet each person teaches me something new I’m becoming better with each interaction Even the
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I have so much freedom now that we’ve severed ties. Ties that I thought would bind me to a world that divides. Divides that have split me open and scattered me across continents. My love is no longer tethered to one person for eternity. I’m opening myself to the possibilities. Who knew that a divorce
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Playing a dangerous game Where my greatest sacrifice is my life. I acted like the lamb being led to slaughter. Making men feel empowered. Using their rage to feel something. His hands around my neck. The pressure was too much. It ended before it even began. His facade began to crack. His aggression seeped through.
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It is a cruel thing. It speeds everything up. Everything becomes of utmost importance. There’s too much to think about Yet too little time. But you must act. Because everything falls apart when you don’t. But you can’t do anything. Paralyzed by fear. Tears become an ocean. Thoughts become heavy. Like cinder blocks tied to
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The moon knew before I did How I really felt about him. Casting him in its light I saw something that I’ve never seen before I saw the truth in its rarest form I saw a man so passionate about something that it radiated from his skin His words were filled with wonder and awe
Trapped In The Margins 