Category: feel
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Something New
Dust off the feel of yesterday The emotions that were short lived And failed to stay Let in a fresh breeze Watching the dawning of a new day Let the old troubles of last year fade away Love always, Ayesha
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Soap Box Rant: What’s Going On… With The Economy?
The U.S. economy faces significant challenges as companies prioritize AI over human workers, leading to widespread layoffs across various sectors. This shift has caused emotional distress and financial struggles for many. This piece stresses the need for resilience, faith, and the intrinsic worth of individuals beyond their jobs.
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Remember Me
Underneath the velour The pearly, whites that shine like glittering snow Is a heart that desires a warmth That few people will ever come to know Is a small, distant flame of hope That flickers even when I feel low And though I know I may likely never see you again Still, in my soul……
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The Deepest
Your love is like moonlit walks at midnight Always swimming through my mind It is endless thoughts High moments and the low points in-between It is the shy twilight Intertwined with evergreen Surrounding a pond With ducks that sleep in still water Your love is quiet moments And loud feelings that cease to end It…
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Wisdom
My Father wasn’t a warrior in a typical sense. But he was a fighter to me. When a good man takes a stand even if it’s just for a second the world stands still. The tide shifts, the bedrock shakes and a new day full of blue skies and opportunity begins. When more people feel…
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Bad With Words
I speak in poetry I talk I feel I emote But my words fall flat When I look at you I get confused, conflicted and crossed With complicated emotions That I am unable to explain without poetry As you can see… I am a poet that is bad with words Love always, Esha <3
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We Are Survivors Audio
The system is rigged to keep honest and kind people in object poverty forever feeding the beast. Greed, wickedness and jealousy has left many of us feeling like prey as opposed to employees, family members, lovers or friends. We are not victims. We are survivors. We are fighters. We are the marching feet of eager…
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Pools
Can I love you with my eyes closed? Just ease into the comfort of your embrace As I imagine you staring at the contours of my face Feeling every second as though it were my last Thinking nothing of the future And neglecting the mistakes of the past Falling in love with the thought of…
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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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