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This Morning’s Coffee
This coffee tastes like simplicity and intimacy. Like slowing down in a world where grind culture’s got us in a headlock. This coffee tastes like my eyes on him and not the clock. It tastes like listening with intention, like people watching, and fresh coffee beans roasted just for me. This morning’s coffee tastes like… Continue reading
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If We Were Having Coffee Right Now
Please, come in! I know it’s been a while since we last spoke. Here, let me get your coat. Shake the chill from your bones and leave the weight of the world at the door. Speaking of the door, there is a shoe rack next to you. Go ahead and remove your shoes. I have… Continue reading
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Why Not Joy?
Why write poems about joy in such a time as this? This has been a constant question in the back of my mind. It is not something anyone has asked of me personally, but something that the subconscious, always overthinking part of my brain asks when it wishes to second-guess itself. And, in the rebuke… Continue reading
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More
We have enough people who are beautiful.We need more who are brave.We have enough people who are popular.We need more who are passionate and purposeful.We have enough people who are wild.We need more who are wise.We have enough people who are famous.We need more who are faithful.We have enough people who require rewards.We need more… Continue reading
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The Spanish Siesta
It’s been a minute! I’ve been on vacation, touring four different cities in Spain. (Almoradi, Alicante, Madrid, and Guardamar.) One interesting thing we noticed is how the stores close in the middle of the day. In some parts of Spain, businesses take a few hours of break in the afternoon. They actually close their stores,… Continue reading
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Birthright
They taught us to treat rest like a reward for our exhaustion instead of a birthright. Continue reading
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Black Joy
Nobody talks about society’s addictionto black trauma.How much more profitableit is to talk about painthan poems,depressionthan joy. Like we don’t have feelingsjust bad experiencesturned into songsof sorrowsand spiritualsof reaching heavencause there can’t be no freedomhere on Earth for Black people. Maybe this world still doesn’t consider ushuman enoughto be happysomeone hand society a roadmapfor getting… Continue reading
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