Tag: Poetry
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Thirty-Six
My birthday was last Saturday.I turned 36 and I didn’t do much. No big celebration.No loud rooms. I wasn’t necessarily by myself but it was just another quiet checkpoint in a life that has felt like running uphill with no ease in sight. However, I don’t think people understand how exhausting it is to keep…
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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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If My Pain Could Speak
If my pain could speakIt would tell you what I seekIt will state my constant stressAnd how my anxiety is a messIt will say that I’m unable to show my painBut the multiple spasmsKnows no limitsIf the pain could speakNo one can understandLet alone believe meIt will state it doesn’t want to breathIt doesn’t want…
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I’m an introvert
I’m an introvert. People may think I lack substance because I love to be alone. But that’s not true. Those deep and meaningful connections are what fills my heart. I love solitude. But the truth is Substance is something I seek And sometimes I want to escape the world because it’s too noisy There’s too…