Category: night
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Black History Month Short Poem
Days and nights spent wondering if things will get better You are the core of strange fruit That refuses to live without roots, You cultivated a culture from a soil you could never call home You are the epitome of blood meeting bone because you never gave up When the thunder struck, you kept going …
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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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Missing
He’s missing again NO calls NO text Only emptiness Hangs in the void He’s been MIA Since he was a little boy Days turned to nights And nights turned to days Weeks at a time combined into months Months turned into years Sometimes, I would look for him In the highways and byways Of cities…
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Good Night Dad
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 sweat from running outside A midnight…
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Never Kissed
Can we love like this forever? Closed eyes, puckered lips, hopes and dreams wrapped in your arms, tied to your hips. Could we just forget the world? You be my knight in shining armor and I be your girl? I want to pretend for just a moment that something other than dismissive, overly logical reality exists.…
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Much Needed Rest
Take me to your island Where I can bask in the sweet sun Swing in the night breeze And frolic until my work is done Just breath easy No expectation for the anticipation Of conversation In truth, I want to rest Experience joy, peace and happiness No hurt in my voice No ache in my…
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True Love
Dedication to matters of the heart are all encompassing. They keep us awake at night. We rise in the morning to thoughts of affection, appreciation and devotion. Wanting to be grasped by the embrace of rapture. And the pull of desire tempted by kisses from a lover’s lips. True love doesn’t end, never ceases and…
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Grey Hills
We look for the light Praying for the shine of an incandescent glow That flickers in the darkness of eternal night Then here comes the smoke… Like grey hills rolling over brick laced chimney tops It creates smog and gives off warmth Burning red logs on an orange inferno A fire set ablaze is reminiscent…
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