Category: down
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Flowers in The Wilderness
Love runs over hills Swiftly gathering steam On the way down The landscape remains still As the feeling contours around and the slopes, valleys and ridges The ground absorbs the latter rain of a new day dawning The beauty of spring has arrived Quite blossoms that opened in silence Have created fragrant smells Uplifting the…
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Walking On Sand
The ducks swayed in Lake Michigan Underneath a starry sky And the ground gave way under our feet Do you remember the night we walked on the sand? I was your woman You was my man I loved you But failed to understand That being together wasn’t your plan Because you was a ladies man…
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Come to Think of It
I been reflecting, thinking, pondering About all the things that should of broke me All the tears that could of slowed me down All the nights in silent contemplation Only to realize that the struggle made me better And come to think of it… The grind made me determined The days of toil made me…
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Through The Looking Glass
The up side in an upside down world A happy tale that goes on for miles Moments of quiet reflection found in restful sleep Life is more vivid in my dreams Moving through endless realities in a matter of hours I am ushered over still water By hands reaching out of a deep void My…
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Haiku: Closer
Running words fall down Your eyes flicker like strong hope Come closer to me Love always, Esha
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Overcoming Challenges in Life’s Race
I been running this race Chasing after chase White Nike’s, double knot on a crisp lace I hit the track as soon as the whistle blew I struggled to keep pace With the person I once knew I was neck in neck with her Then I fell behind Sweat poured from my brow Definite stubborn…
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Go Down
Day after day Night after night With an unrelenting Yet painful truth I took my medicine I tasted the bitter herbs My stomach twisted in knots I reached for water, drunk it, yet found no relief This is my soil to til, This is my truth to bury This is my hill to climb This…
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Something Sweet
Spiraling in circles Like water flushing down into pipes That lead to unknown places A soft, spongy, pink, sweetness That flows into another bite Gripped in an unflinching hand by a person That looks forward to the taste it brings We desire sugar Like children running after cotton candy at an amusement park It feels…
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Embarrassing Journal Post: Get Your Eagle On
I been a dark skin sista all my life. Whether in a afro, locks, relaxed or tightly bound braids. I have spent my days as a black woman through and through. During my youth, I spent many days and nights feeling as though my blackness never matched up to societal norms. Growing up I wasn’t…
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