Category: die
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A Thank You to My Readers
I’m just gonna get it off my chest… My grandmother died last week. This is the third death I experienced in 10 months. First, my Father then my Auntie now this. So I stopped writing for a little over a week. I needed time to think. I needed time to take it all in. Ultimately,…
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The Gift of Prayer
My auntie died two weeks ago and it hit me hard. It feels like every time I come up for air, my naive lungs take in water. But nevertheless, I have come to the reality that time is not guaranteed. It is only granted to blessed souls for a limited amount of time. And when…
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God: A True Friend
When my Dad died and my boyfriend turned into a nightmare on squeaky wheels. God held my hand and gathered together the pieces of my broken heart and for that I am forever grateful. Because my life has been one train wreck after another. But now I don’t feel so alone anymore. I have a…
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The Mission of Writers
Writing is a nasty business. One minute you’re speaking with your whole heart. Baring the issues of your soul on a white paper that seems endless. The next minute your words dry up like a shallow puddle of water on a hot summer’s day. The words fade to black and the feeling of flowing letters…
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Lovely Freedom
Freedom isn’t free. But you have the option to choose. Do what’s right for your soul. Choose the path that doesn’t destroy the flourishing loveliness inside of you. A life of substance blooms with the aroma of sweet roses. An evil one rots with the smell of broken promises and decaying corpses. Never allow your…
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How To Get Over
How do I get over Feelings that make me cry? Hurt that stings the soul Love that doesn’t subside Even when the sky falls And your best friend dies At night my body is restless I’m trying to hold it all inside My heart says, More forward… Forgive but do not forget Live and let…
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Innocence Dies
Innocence Dies I stood on the sidelines last time For a bit of rest To accommodate my breaking soul As time inches closer to an ever-changing pendulum I Pray for a quality of life I have yet to experience While pushing for a level of equity That extends beyond skin color I dig my hands…
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Hometown
Last year, I wrote this poem when Nipsey Hussle died. During that time, I was looking for answers. In many ways, I still am… So many people are affected by gun violence. I have been meaning to talk about this but the pain can be hard to put into words sometimes. Hometown another good…
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