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You never professed that I was yours Never made my protection part of your daily engagement I was the black bag spinning around the carousel Everybody checking, turning me over and flipping me around to see if I belonged to them Belonging to everybody and nobody Never claimed
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*Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Confess Is confession healing for the soul? All the ancient texts of wisdom seem to agree – tell it to a voice behind a screen, write it on paper, draw it on the walls and your soul will soar. Does that mean today’s oversharing/random check-ins and long rants on social media are…
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You never thought there would be multiple people sharing our bed Infusing their energy Their experiences Sexually, seductively, sensually Sonia, Countee, Langston and many many more. Gender didn’t matter because we moved through them all, giving each one a moment’s meditation for their words: on love, on sex, on healing, on God, on family, on…
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I paused when I saw the picture now long gone The one I knew immediately I wanted to recreate with you and would hold in my mind while I masturbated dreaming Us and a bed Me and my thighs You and your lips me on all fours, my knees surrounding your ears while your beard…
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Center it. Be particular about it. Your awareness of me Instead of post, post, like, post, phone, post, walk, like, like, me, love, smiley face, love, post Be a participant in my energy So when I tell you, I’m emotionally empty you don’t respond “Ok cool” because you missed it with your comments, IG photos,…
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What does fear look like? I keep getting told that I “don’t ever look like I’m afraid” and that I’m the “strongest person [they] know” and both are complete fallacies. I wake up everyday with fear. I have my insecurities about many things. But I am not without fear. Since I do not blast my…
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“Some men say that I’m intense or I’m insane” – Angelica Schuyler, Hamilton The Musical When I first heard the line above sung I screamed out YES! because it fit my life so perfectly. I have always been that woman. I have always felt like I am too much and yet, not enough. We know…
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It was the rhythm of our city that the outsiders could never understand. The chocolate city was home to the original quiet storm and we both remembered nights of listening to melvin lindsey and talking it over with his nephew when he died. you preferred the ibex, but i loved to shake it in the…
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“Boldness in authenticity” The act of being your true authentic self is often seen as a revolutionary act requiring boldness. But why? People who walk in their authentic selves I have seen described as extra, intimidating, too much, weird, fake, attention-grabbing or seeking, etc. Yet, it is the act of being who we are at…
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