Poetry
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If there’s one thing I learned, it is this: you can run, but you cannot hide from yourself. She will always come back, knocking at your door, begging you to accept her. If you ignore her knock of request and refuse to let her in, somehow, she will find access into your home. She will…
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I need you to hold me like my existence matters. Matters to you and to the world. Yes, this poor little dark skinned girl, In search of her place in the world. Hold me. Without me, there is no life. Hold me. All that is brown would never have the possibility to become green. Hold…
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A sweet separation from you to joyn the One in me in a Divine dance that fills me in such a way that I can love you from my overflow and not from my pain, presenting you a woman who knows how to love and be loved. Thank you for paving the way . .…
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Truth Hear it · See it · Experience it · You gotta know more a n d have the more that you have. It is a necessity. One that becomes the mission that is intrinsically woven into you, it fuels you. The quality of air One can only inhale n o w 2 sustain life. It is…
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Make-Up is a command after seeing the same thing, hurting my tummy, squinting my eyes to see, I can’t take it. I can’t even dream. I open my mouth to let out a scream. Why would I do that, squeal anything? Us people who want the truth, play make-believe. So well, we don’t acknowledge the…
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This poem is a reflection of a conversation between me and the Universe. A prayer that consists of me desiring liberation; liberating into the woman I am called to be. No surrounding thing: no material thing, “title”, invigorating activity can ever replace the desires placed in my heart. So I ask to be freed to…
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My entire girlhood was dedicated to dressing up in my mother’s clothes, walking in her heels, making up my face, dancing, singing, writing and creating imaginative scenarios to play in. I tried on the role of a lawyer. Me and my God sister would fill the long dinner table with coloring book pages, our Grandfathers’…
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This short story follows a girl who questions the definition of what it means to be beautiful. She sees the beauty in the mirror and on the exterior has limitations and does not appear to be timeless, but notices when she sings, dances, expresses and feels the synchronic flows of life, it is a feeling…
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I stumbled across this piece of writing I wrote in 2014 about how Love is infinite – even in the worst of times it was there. Now, times are “easier” but sometimes it feels as though there is a deficiency of being compassionate, showing love through action to one another and the only time we…
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I rise this morning recalling a reocurring scene in a myriad of settings from my childhood: My mother would prop me on a tower of large cushiony pillows placed between her legs as she combed through, parted and brushed my thick, spongy hair into a style using products that would have it laid. I would…
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