childhood
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Writing 101 – Assignment #1: Why I Write
I bleed words for a living. How did this come to be? At what point did I decide that I would write? That I would be a writer. Since I have always loved to write, it is challenging to pinpoint the exact moment I felt compelled to confide in words as a source of strength.… Continue reading
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Clowns Are Creepy
It was in the early 90’s when the image of clowns changed for me. Not that I was much of a fan anyway, but one event made it that much more clear that clowns were creepy little creatures; cowards who hated themselves so much that they hid behind make-up. What grown man or woman wants… Continue reading
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Never Having Been a Girl
This poem is based on a true story. A sista I know requested I write a poem based on her childhood. And after hearing her testimony, this is the result. Silence lingers on every street corner of her heart surrounded by the sounds of her own heartbeat the only child who knew that loneliness could… Continue reading
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Embracing Change
Children have a tendency to think under the realm of simplicity. For this reason, we are encouraged to be in our mentality as a child, so that we maintain the humility necessary to receive the discipline of wisdom. Especially since there’s been awhile since many of us were children, so we have to be reminded… Continue reading
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Coffee and Car Keys
Two things always made me think of adulthood when I was a kid: Coffee and Car Keys. I always loved holding the keys in my hand after returning from some car visit I was sent to by relatives. It made me feel adult, as if I was actually the one driving. I think mentally I… Continue reading
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The Innocence of Children
“Wish I could capture your laughter in a bottle, and breathe in its beauty when I’m out of breath.” Continue reading
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Humility
Humility is loving that which is poor it is bringing oneself down becoming a servant to an innermost consciousness to appreciate that which is forgotten and insignificant to relapse back into a state of childhood where even something as great as a piece of broken glass seems innocent where it is not glass it is… Continue reading
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