Tag: baby
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free love
how much for a smile? don’t charge me for a laugh clasp my hand tight hold my heart for a little while lock in step but is any of it free? you act like you in love but baby you don’t even like me we go on a date the vendors charge fees i don’t…
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Mine
I love to write poetry about you About the shape of your almond eyes The curve of your lips The length of your arms The strength of your hand when it grips mine I think of you often But I write about you all the time You are a bestseller in my mind Intelligent, capable……
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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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Because of Love
If I love you Then I love you There are no if, an’s or maybes You are forever my baby Your love cannot cage me But if I allow it to… It can change me I’m into you The way you move The things you do Taking in every moment we spend Like a dream…
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The Core of Men
Love doesn’t count if it’s counted It can’t be measured It is and has always been infinite A heart calls for it Like a baby crying for it’s mother after leaving the womb We give up on love to easily And forget it’s power too soon It’s not tangible like money Or gems It comes…
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Love in a Place Full of Liars
Baby you have no name. But I know you’re the kettle to my flame. Sitting ring side when I fight. Cheering me on when I’m at my wits end. Serving as my confidant and best friend. You show me what it means to love someone. Even if I can’t comprehend love for myself. I trust…
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Status: Complicated
We’ve gone through so many phrases… Of caring Then not caring Then caring again Are we even lovers? Can we ever be friends? But for some reason We think of each other often So I guess that makes us complicated You want things simple But I leave you frustrated And although we both hate it…
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Thought: You Are a Sparkler
You are the fun that left the room when the celebration fizzles out. Sparklers lit for less than a minute add brightness to partially lit places. That’s why you are sorely missed. Because the absence of glittering illumination makes the heart grow fonder. So keep glowing baby. Flickering fireflies compete with your illustrious splendor. Love…
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Talk
Talk Brotha can we talk? No fists, no knives, no guns and no baseball bats There is a time and a place for physical combat But the youth need to see How level headed adults negotiate We must unify like flocks of birds Taken to the baby blue sky There can be no pride in…
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