Tag: Broken
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Walking On Sand
The ducks swayed in Lake Michigan Underneath a starry sky And the ground gave way under our feet Do you remember the night we walked on the sand? I was your woman You was my man I loved you But failed to understand That being together wasn’t your plan Because you was a ladies man…
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Smile Anyway
Roads paved in umber dust and broken gravel Result in stubbed toes Sandals do little to prevent discomfort But we smile anyway We converse for days While traveling paths that few would dare journey Our hands studied in the art of war But our lips have see more battle Love always, Ayesha
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Just a Thought: Heartache
I know it sounds like a load of stinking crap. But I thank God for heartbreak. The pain of it reinforces the reality that I’m still alive… and that’s something to be thankful for. Love always, Ayesha
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Speaking in Riddles
The truth lies dormant underneath concrete and hidden dreams We talk in riddles Answer in rhymes Smile contorted into broken phrases That leave little to the imagination But everything undone Love always, Ayesha
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Wait For You
We started over after 12 years Of complicated feelings, arguing and silence I searched for you like treasure At the bottom of the ocean One minute we were sailing Then we were coasting Then nothing at all We stall then fall Only to end up back in the same place The moments with you, I…
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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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Pencils
Start over, fix things that are out of place, correct the things that left you broken. Pencils have erasers for a reason. Don’t be afraid to use them. Love always, Esha <3
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Writing Prompt: Dream Job
What’s your dream job? I have heard people tell me that my dream job isn’t a job That writing poetry is a hobby Some people find it odd that I choose to write But I do what I love because my passion pushed me forward And it gives me a desire to fight Looking towards…
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