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[Corporate] Pride Month!

Confined. You ever feel like running? The feeling of of confinement has you gunning, to flee to any other place but here It’s Pride month–for whom? Cause I know that I fear for my life and my love and my … Continue reading

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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 #1

As a way of showing myself love and care I am going to share something meaningful to me everyday this month. As a way of showing my Black communities love, I will share meaningful things. *Update, apparently my life did … Continue reading

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Inauguration Party

Regime. Light a candle turn out all the lights focus on your existential fright. It’s very real, the fear you’re feeling enveloped by the reality of our regime changing it’s not like before you thought you were safe like you could … 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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