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You asked me how I’ve been...

It’s so strange. The way my heart breaks over and over again every time I live our story. I walk in there gladly taking our memories into...

I don't want to be here no mo'

Once upon a time... There was once a girl who lived only within her walls Legend has it that she used to come out to play But that was a...

Should I sleep tonight?

Should I die inward? Tight lipped in my coffin? Is that how they want me buried? Should I fade silently into back rooms Where no memory...

Isn't it strange?

I guess for us this is it Our journey doomed from the beginning With nothing but our humanity pointing us to one end An end with us...

My inner child

You precious little thing How I wish I had known you earlier Known you better Then perhaps I would have hugged you Nursed your wounds...

For the millionth time

The oppression my heart knows no bounds I beat it day and night with hope It expands and contracts at the sight of whoever The...

Maybe one day

Maybe one day Maybe one day Maybe one day No one can hold me back This magic, I'll have it. Exhausted The hope I feel Drained The things...

Father

I wonder what it does to a girl To grow up without you To look up into the sky with hope Hoping every flight carries your face I wonder...

Shaky grounds

We tiptoe around our needs and wants with laughter An inevitable storm brewing What are we so afraid of? The collapse of our paradise? In...

Broken egg at my feet

Today I experienced a hate crime A crime of which I am still at a loss at Whether Black or queer I walk the streets of Stratford lonely...

Before sunrise

In my deepest pain I have most believed in love In moments of heartbreak I have cried the most Mourning not what I have been accustomed...

2011/2012

Could we sit and talk about everything and nothing like that first night on the balcony? Oh mahn! That was entertaining! When the lights...

All 17 of us

There was something about her That we could not quite explain I couldn't tell if it was really her or the illusion of her I guessed she...

To the liberated woman

It's 2 a.m. and I'm scrolling through your feed Wondering when I will be this free Defying my upbringing Taking my sexuality into my own...

Behind the curtain

I see me Black Swimming in a pool of melanin Bleeding I see me Black Swimming in a pool lacking melanin Screaming I see me Disoriented...

Where is my Oscar?

I wear too many personalities for them to find me See me Have anything to do with the real me Sometimes I get lost undercover Feigning...

Teleportation

I wish life could just be moments Relived to be forgotten Resentment irrelevant Every day as new as we claim I wish my dad will cry more...

No way out.

Maybe I have finally lost it. Gathered up my mind And tucked them beneath sleeves that barely fit I barely breathe And my escape offers...

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