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Yecheilyah’s 4th Annual Poetry Contest Winners 2021: ZerahYah Ysrayl
Introducing ZerahYah Ysrayl Instagram: shining_of_yah Please, tell us what inspired your poem. In a world that sometimes seems void of all things good, being a single woman, I thought of love on an intimate level. My mind processed what it would feel like and look like, and that poem resulted from that vision. It’s a… Continue reading
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Introducing The Grand Prize Winner of Yecheilyah’s 4th Annual Poetry Contest 2021
Introducing the Grand Prize Winner of Yecheilyah’s 4th Annual Poetry Contest 2021 As soon as I read the first few lines of Love Is by Tiffany, I whispered, “Yes.” Determined not to play favoritism, I sat it aside, but every time I came back to it, I would whisper, “Yes.” I knew from the start… Continue reading
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Announcing the Winners of Yecheilyah’s 4th Annual Poetry Contest 2021: 2-4
Introducing the winners of Yecheilyah’s 4th Annual Poetry Contest 2021: 2-4 Before we introduce winners two through four, I want to send a BIG thank you to everyone who participated in our fourth annual poetry contest, either by submitting a poem or showing support via social media. I judged this year’s entries based partly on… Continue reading
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The Enemy of Poetry
I am not at all surprised I am enjoying Cicely Tyson’s memoir, Just as I am. While I am not an actor,* I try to learn as much as I can from others. Even if it’s reading a book, I want to know what brought us together and what purpose I might piece together that… Continue reading
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You Are Woman
You are a rarity. A gemstone that is not only precious but scarce. You’ve been disgraced and beatdown so long I doubt you know the difference. Something is only precious when it is preferred. But when a gemstone is rare people search for it, and when they find it, they rejoice for a rare gem… Continue reading
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The Year of Wisdom
I thought year thirty-three was going to be the year of wisdom. Profundity would find me on the edge of the ocean dipping my toes in the waters of understanding. Clarity would embrace me like a sister and I would smile a thousand times. But buried under year thirty-three naïveté found me on the edge… Continue reading
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