Tag: creative writing
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A Small Ode to Love
Love is frail Yet strong It is loud but silent Encompassing all And nothing It moves like the breeze Is noticable to the naked eye But still remains unseen It is the core And the bedrock of simple and complex things It is the beauty of the sun going down at evening I love the…
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Charity
Have charity that extends Beyond the breaking of thunder That rings like clanging cymbals Against sounding brass Love always, Esha ❤️
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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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Chains and Change
It’s freedom wrapped in chains To exist without making a wrong turn To feel the fire but escape the burn To experience difficult lessons Grown from them and learn Love always, Esha
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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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Reward
Don’t be scared to take risks In risk is reward Bounties given to those willing to capture new opportunities And take chances in seasons where most people fear the unknown We must be willing to walk outside of the comfort zone And have experiences that build a life That we are proud to call our…
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One Moment
I would dance past the break of day to share one moment with you again. Because every second we spend together hangs onto my heart like a loose string on a thick, sweater. To hold onto your hands and stare into your dark, beautiful eyes is ecstasy. We make misty dreams come into fruition. Love…
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About Love
It’s messy Interesting Strange Powerful Invisible Hard to prove But, oh so real It’s not something that you think It’s something that you feel That’s the miraculous thing about love Love always, Esha <3
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On My Father’s Shoulders
Today, I saw a toddler sitting on his father’s shoulders. It touched my heart to see the glee and the excitement in his eyes. It reminded me of my Dad and the wonderful moments we shared. Fathers are so important. I don’t think western society gives them the love and recognition that they deserve oftentimes.…
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