Category: grow
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Staying On Track
Opportunities to grow beyond the toil of yesterday Are ever present The pitfalls and sly people That ate away at the hope of a precocious mind Are ever present But the desire to preserve remains Only the conductor can stop a freight train Going 120 miles per hour On lookers may try to slow it…
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Bloom
We move through phases Like seedlings growing into plants Taking in sun, water and oxygen To grow In the springtime, we will bloom into the unknown Love always, Ayesha
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Small Thought: To Draw
It’s strange The new things that tempt the soul The compassionate moments that never grow old Holding onto tales that strengthen weak souls You made nervous love grow bold Drawing us closer with every whisper Forever near but far away You etched my name Onto the palms of your hands We are intertwined with double…
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Never Dry
Your hands fail to catch it Your body longs for it Your ears hear it falling Your eyes search for it’s translucent form Plants grow toward the sun And wait for relief Deer eat grass And run towards the stream Water restores and maintains the body It is nourishing Giving ease to stained muscles And…
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Fearless
I wrote this poem as I was reflecting on the lessons I learned from my childhood. Only the children know About the trends Discovering the rainbow’s end Creating new friends And sustaining a connection with the old Moving fearless And being bold We forget about chances we should take As we grow old In truth…
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Chains and Change
It’s freedom wrapped in chains To exist without making a wrong turn To feel the fire but escape the burn To experience difficult lessons Grown from them and learn Love always, Esha
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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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Writing Poetry
Poems write themselves Like heartbreak creating tears Courage driving away doubt and fear The pen moves like water Across a tin rooftop During a rainstorm And the heavy flow refuses to stop Forever dripping words of beauty and truth Tales of hope Moments centered around growth And the follies of youth Poems write themselves As…
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