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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...

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...

Superwoman

There's this thing she did Wore tough skins in open spaces Like if she laid it down for a minute The sun would expose her Reveal her true...

The black woman

Who looks out for her? My question is nothing but a memoir Her burning anger seeping through her taunted years Yes, she is loud and...

I'd rather die first

I tiptoe around your presence like If memories could serve me flashback on dinner plates I'd be having a 'How close should I get before...

Icing

Kevin never hesitated to show Jojo who he was. He was complicated and that spilled out easily in conversation. He was easy to know yet...

European woman

Your aura is foreign to me Your boldness, uncomfortable Your freedom keeps me bound Scared, Holding on to religious sacrilege like Did my...

The philosophy of language

I sit at the table of your words and nitpick at them I savor the best of your compliments till I'm full with your pleasure Then I choke...

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