Poetry
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Pretense
“They think this thing is some kind of façade. Don’t know what a real man is so they think you’re a God to me. Mistaking the heavenly embrace of your arms for wings cuz I told ‘em I’m willing to fly away with you.” Continue reading
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Un-Pretty
She was fourteen when the uglies came fourteen when she realized that she was un-pretty You see her mom’s mother’s mother, and her mother before that began the process of digestion that would take place through generational blood cells that rejected what they considered…the uglies. so she regurgitated this face given her by some fierce… Continue reading
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She Rebels
Soft kisses and warm hugs is what she gets from men. Hot dates and perfume smells, but from truth she rebels. An emotional roller coaster ride he takes her… every so often they visit this amusement park. And she wants to cringe when he grabs hold of her but instead of listening to herself she… Continue reading
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Too Much Truth
For some, truth is just too much… its glare too distorted by the blurs in our eyes…. twisted memories that taste too strong to be anything but death and faiths that fall stone cold by the wayside. But know that it is always warmer closer to the sun. Continue reading
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Freedom: The Illusion
There’s a strange fruit hanging from the trees but not the kind of Billie Holidays days with blood all on the leaves but these are a different set of trees and they bear a strange fruit called ignorance with an illusion up its sleeve an illusion so thick sometimes it’s hard to breathe I feel… Continue reading
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I am
I am rotten lettuces on tasteless teeth twisted letters filthy rags spoiled meat I am hands shaking chills of cold winds seeping a cold soul in a cold world, I am a braggadocios body bobbing back and forth, carving bones of a sick skeletal make-up I am he who has yet to have woken up… Continue reading
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Break the Chain
Thought I saw her self-esteem in the carpet. Her back bearing the burden of bare floors and forks that scraped the bottom of clay plates Thought I saw pain on the side of her state of mind. Thought I saw her spirit cut low like the grass. Scattered pieces of forgetfulness floating fluently throughout her… Continue reading
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