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The Innocent Part of Me Still Exists Somewhere
There’s still a part of me that believes in fairness. There’s still a part of me that still believes that people who break others should face some consequences. However, the world doesn’t work that way. Why does the people who hurt others can live without guilt? I want to say that life is not fair…
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Trying Hard Enough (Poem Written By: Me)
Who are you to tell me I’m not trying hard enoughWhat is the true definition of that?Is it forcing myself to stay awake every night?Waking up early every morning?Even though I walk from one end to the otherI lend my heart anyway People throw around this sisterhood thing.What is it anyway?Someone who listens to you?Tell…
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Brown Skin
Think about it. The reason racism exists is because we actually matter I mean, You are hated because of your Skin color Your beauty Your intelligence You existence Our skin is brown No wonder why they fear us My skin is brown We’re guilty just because This skin has a cost though And it’s great…
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These Pages, The Pen
I confess my sins to the pages of my notebook.The pen guiding my thoughtsLike a second verse or musical hook.Life is a balance of holding on and letting go.Taking risks and trying new things.Pages upon pages.The fluidity of the wet ink rages.Nights spent burning stray thoughts.Like paper mache’ stretched tight across my skin,The ballpoint pen…
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These Pages, The Pen
I confess my sins to the pages of my notebook.The pen guiding my thoughtsLike a second verse or musical hook.Life is a balance of holding on and letting go.Taking risks and trying new things.Pages upon pages.The fluidity of the wet ink rages.Nights spent burning stray thoughts.Like paper mache’ stretched tight across my skin,The ballpoint pen…