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Your Playing Small Does Not Serve The World
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frighten us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? Your playing small does not serve… Continue reading
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Wait for Me
Would you let me ribbon tie my waiting into your lap? Take me dripping in mistakes like I got flaws for fragrance Can you wait for me to get it right? This belly filled to the brim with passion like I got fire clenched in my fists and a furnace in my throat As if… Continue reading
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Holding onto Hope – Owning Your Blog / Writing
I decided to take a much-needed break from revising my manuscript and sat down to watch a couple episodes of Fringe (now my new favorite TV show. Yes, I know, it came out years ago but I’m new to this). After retiring to my bed and scrolling through Pinterest I was forced to deal with… Continue reading
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Dear Poetry
I wish I can take your words and carve them into the sky as if you alone was the cement at the fingertips of the Almighty wish I can breathe life into your nostrils like I held onto the strings stapled to the backs of the wind Dear poetry, I wish I can copyright your… Continue reading
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Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge – Mystery Fog
Welcome back to another episode of Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge as hosted by Colleen of Silver Threading and Ronovan of Ronovan Writes. Now, I drafted this post as a piece of creative writing in general at first as part of another prompt. Then I thought to myself, “Wonder what the writing theme is… Continue reading
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Why I Write Black
Because flowers grow in strange places like tattered pieces of wood and recycled paper Because history is frost bitten and winter refuses to be comforted by the sun bluish-white and numbed pain cold skin and prickling feeling Because the sky don’t stay dark forever but light ain’t taught in history class Because… 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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