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They lead to that small hut. Inside is the fire blazing, the black round pot being stirred. Quiet child soundless as her braid tied tightly relying on her back. Plain dress and Brown shoes all hush. The fire crackles for life. … More Bear Creek
I pass him in the lobby on my way to the store. His smile is a missile that both stops and jump-starts my heart. He says what’s up. I try not to cheese. I wait till I pass him, and flippantly ask over my should, “You gonna be here for a min?” “Yeah, imma be right here.” … More Time, Rain and Concrete
People tend to believe the heart to be irrational due to its focus on feelings, the gut and variables unseen, but I believe it is a muscle like anything else that needs to be exercised. … More Trust Your Magnetic Needle
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We’re not meant to fit in … More Musical Philosophies – Outstanding
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Your future … More Musical Philosophies – Good
The scene was set and laid to be.
The cold she bore by the frozen tree.
Its roots embedded she found no cause.
Her soul was trapped with no remorse.
The chill descended wrapped in honor,
as ice cycles dripped from nature fathered. … More Me Preocupa De
Tears streamed down her cheeks. He began to blow scents of jasmine and cooing at it. Suddenly it opened itself to her. It peeled and grabbed her locks, it’s rinds, and swallowed her. She was a seed. … More Fruit Stand Wonderland
There is a lot you can find in a lost black girl. The knotty pine untied as the mind transforms into a world without limits. City limits, upward climb wile emotions roller in the rain. What do YOU think? Untied she strolls, her nameplate-emphasizing, blinging in script in so only the true can understand through the shine. … More A Deliberative Walk
Why don’t people think it’s worth it to vote? They say all of the candidates are terrible, it’s just choosing the lesser of evils. How can things change with this mentality? How can we shift power without showing up? It costs to run for any office. Why would anyone worthy run, without seeing that the … More Voting is like Grandaddy and Ice Cream
One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta breathe! Vivi feels the rush of heat expand inside, outward and through her skin. She knows breathing won’t help. Neither does reminding herself to. You niggas can’t share my air Or walk a mile in the pair … More Anxiety ft. Fabolous
