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From Whence I Came.

Dreamland. I dreamt of you last night your voice your hair your smile. It was so real to me the dream me began to compile a list of questions I had for you that only you would know I had … Continue reading

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Little Chaos, Less Sleep.

Thoughts from a Master. How do you focus when you can’t breathe? You need a breather But breathing is hard your heart pounds flutters Fluttering But you tryin’ ta sleep How are you gonna make rent? How you livin’? As … Continue reading

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Consumed.

Twisted. Have you ever felt like you’re dying? Like you’re killing yourself to succeed? It’s a feeling that makes you sick to your stomach, it’s a feeling that will not heed your incessant cries and pleas for it to stop … Continue reading

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A Month of Black Love: Weekend Edition

Deferral. What happens to a dream repressed? When the weight of it all comes crashing down leaving you distressed? What happens when you can’t sleep and all you think of is your failure? You think of all the ways you … Continue reading

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Disjointed.

I’m sitting here looking at the grooves in your skin thinking ‘we have the same blood coursing through our veins.’ Looking as the weight of your words slowly crack the surface of my deepest cognizance thinking ‘we have the same … Continue reading

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Cognitive Dissonance & 2k16

  Slowly coming into consciousness, smells of pumpkin and sweet potato fills the room. You open your eyes and think discussions of religion & politics are the horrible ones that loom. * You have to see family members who question … Continue reading

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Stop & Feel.

Tension. As I lay dying blood oozing from my veins, there’s a fleeting sense of peace I’m finally done with fighting for my freedom to be free. As I begin to feel myself against the cool cement I can’t stop … Continue reading

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