Category: lock
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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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Possible Love
I can’t love you. Cuz I don’t love me. My love is therefore partial. It’s like a pond with ripples. It ain’t that deep. But I’ll bring my hand full of water to your sea. If you take me in… So maybe I can feel something more than the love I have yet to be.…
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Chains
Rusty shackles clink. They stink of old iron overused. Leaving orangish hues on pale wrists that came into the world chain free. The world binds up the truth and locks it away. Anticipating that trapped souls never escape. But an eye with a singular purpose fills the body with light. Salvation is a narrow road…
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Didn’t Hold You
Baby don’t worry about it Shorty didn’t hold you tight Didn’t lock you down No ring on a finger So there’s no need to stay around Who took care of whom? Go on, you can’t rely on the self-absorbed You can’t love a narcissistic When your parent was in the hospital They was absent Left…
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Decision Vs Control
Pump your brakes, before the ice takes you away. If the car goes skidding, there is no escape. Don’t let fast decisions lock up on you. Love always, Esha <3
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Rendezvous
Rendezvous In a wine colored, brick building Off 54th and Drexel Down the street from the chicken shack Is where it all began We were looking for love In the city of sin A flash flood ran through as he came in As promises hung over the starry sky We locked eyes and…
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Radar
Radar with lightning precision your eyes lock on to mine we are destined for a collision light beams shooting through untouched realms of our minds we dine on a lover’s twilight that is limitless… it exists in and out of time Love Always, Esha <3
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Train Ride
Train Ride the smell of heavy sulfur permeated through the train station’s platform it rises like grey smoke from my Daddy’s hand carved pipe soaked in a color reminiscent to ebony splendor i don’t belong here but i’m here open eyes lock onto me like i have a gift for them but silence…
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