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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    With skin the color of my pen's ink And eyes the color of honey, fresh from the Honeybee's hive – I discover appearance. Birthed to a family of hand-clapping, foot-stomping, and Sunday school – I discover my culture. Pulsing in the temple of my brain and at the top of My calves, I dis...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    In my mind it’s midnight blue and there I see shadows of you. You love to tease me and once before you offered to please me. The offer was so bitter-sweet, of course I'd never been approached with such intimacy. But right now we’re too young; not to mention we’re not tied- our hormone...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    If all life is pain and suffering then I must epitomize life. What do you do when the silence of the night becomes too loud to bear? I remember that night we shared when you gave me some of your wisdom. Beams of light graze your face as the night-time moon settles into the sky. I see struggle w...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    In the wake of my youth, I feel the intangible. If many are the afflictions of the righteous, how many are the afflictions of me? Beaten and battered, my spirit man limps inside of me. Being sixteen in a mad man's dream ain't easy. I remember a time when my poetry didn't have to rhyme...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Stupid is what stupid does but that's true also for love. All my emotion was excreted, manipulated and dried to the core- all to please a 1993 born boy. Mentally he was controlling me, physically he was exhausting me. Night after night, bleacher behind bleacher- the whole while invading...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    The Eyes peer though the pews behind me and penetrate the obvious fear in a four-year-old's heart. I sit, legs tucked as a lady's should be, but all the while they're buckling; thinking about the terror they will soon face. White polka dots decorate my yellow plaid dress, but t...

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