Category: song
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At Long Last
To finally walk in the light of a new dawn. To move to the beat of a new song that ushers my heart to sway. The sound of doves speak to the birth of awakened hope. We will never forget the road that took us here. The journey has made us strong. Our time to…
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Thoughts: Poetry Life
As a self-published poet, I have often been on the cusp of driving deeper into poetic waters. But I still have to balance that with being a creative and a writer. How can I express myself without offending people? What viewpoint best suits my aspirations? I have recently come to the realization that though I…
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Bike Ride
The sun rose that Saturday morning, Blue birds chirp a song of life and passion The bees buzzing brought on anticipation As they landed on unsuspecting flowers in full bloom The colors of red, violet, turquoise and fuschia are vivid They speak to me like the grasshoppers rubbing their hind legs The lone duck in…
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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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Battle For Keeps
Fight Bloody knuckles Pushing back tears Clinching teeth Balled up fist Greased up face Cornrows to the back Passionate eyes Steady gaze Eager, light, prancing feet A song in your heart Defeat far from your mind Time burns away Minutes turn into seconds Low grunts from aching ribs And sore abs Let flesh contact flesh…
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Freedom Rings
I wanna hear the loud banging of a new day dawning Let the tambourines shake Let the bass drop Let truth clash against lies like strong tides, Hitting the desolate shore We need the God of Abraham, Issac and Jacob We need freedom like a plant requiring soil Like a lamp with a plug but…
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Loving You
Loving You I didn’t think about love much What is the role of a kiss? For someone who considers isolation bliss What is the purpose of a hug? For someone unaccustomed to touch I grew use to the anticipation of sex without passion Desiring connections without compassion Never thought of a relationship more old-fashioned…
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We Live Here
We Live Here we blow bubbles as though we occupied a pineapple at the heart of the sea we pound words into clay and use fossilized seaweed to make cutlery we are not merpeople but we live here a place that defies logic and misrepresents fear feet beckoned by unknown forces draw near…
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