Category: Hunger pains

Good Night Dad

by Esha Montgomery, posted in beautiful, bed, bedroom, bird, Birds, body, clock, Dad, Daddy, Hunger pains, Light, midnight, night, point, run, Sail, Sailing, sleep, sound, struggle, Think, voice, work

Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com The sounds of snoring In a three part harmony I am the only audience The tickets are free Whooping wings fluttering Birds of prey The wind whistling past a closed window All I recount the totality of my day Hidden sun Glistening moonlight Covering a body Once soaked in … Continue reading Good Night Dad

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My Awkward Truth: Hamburgers Please

by Esha Montgomery, posted in bite, black, black soul, change, cold, color, day, die, feeling, feelings, grass, hamburger, happiness, happy, Hunger pains, lonely, love, pain, people, realities, reality, realize, relief, run, smell, social, soul, speak, Today, tomorrow, warmth, world

Photo by Jonathan Borba on Pexels.com There is one thing I love more than anything. Nothing can compare. All day at any time I think of it. It is a constant feeling of relief to a troubled soul. In a world where being Black is difficult. People judge me before I speak. They walk in … Continue reading My Awkward Truth: Hamburgers Please

Rider: Stormy Weather

by Esha Montgomery, posted in believe, break, Fall, fight, fighting, Hunger pains, nothing, pain, Sister, storms, streets, tear, tears, teary eyed, thunder, Uncategorized

Photo by Andre Furtado on Pexels.com Will you still believe? When the cracks in the sidewalk break up the street? When salty tears fall like acidic rain? Fighting through the rumbling of stomach pain. I'm just curious... When the thunder strikes and things aren't right? Will you be there? Bordering on the edge of nothingness … Continue reading Rider: Stormy Weather

Let’s Argue: Boomerang

by Esha Montgomery, posted in air, argue, Deal, determination, eye, eyes, give, Hunger pains, Thing, Uncategorized, wrong

Boomerang You come back like a boomerang Slicing through clear, confident air determined to prove me wrong The give and take of our debates Leaves me hungry for more We don't see eye to eye often But that's what conversation is meant for To figure out the things that don't quite fit And no matter … Continue reading Let’s Argue: Boomerang