poetry
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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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To all those who wanted to see me fail, you got your wish. I failed beautifully and triumphantly. My failures pushed me to the depths of cruelty, Touched and desired by men who wanted nothing but to see me bleed. For your enemies root for your downfall.
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The perfect Sunday does exist. It’s me laying in bed listening to my person type away at the computer. The mouse clicks and keyboard clacks sound determined. It’s the perfect background noise coupled with the fan that hits ever so gently. Is this what peace feels like? I never got to experience a restful Sunday…
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I guess I should have known that most of you would be unknown. To me, to strangers, but mostly to yourself. I’ve heard the phrase that we contain multitudes several times over the years. But it didn’t make sense until I met you. There are moments when I feel so close to you. So close…
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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.…
