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It all began on a warm summer night, sun setting, laughter of children playing in the distance, smells of fried chicken sending smiles of excitement, kids rushing home with rumbling stomachs, meanwhile she glances up at the street lights, thinking to herself she only has a few more minutes to […]
It lingers in the darkness of something that was once tangible. Darkness like Batman’s cave, running fast like a runaway slave, out of fear, that no one will be there, to save you from whats near. I’ts scary being trapped in your own non existence, beware no one will miss […]
Originally posted on Author Janell Hihi:
? Lately, I’d rather sit in front of a computer screen glued to a newsfeed and stay bottled up inside the confines of my head. I have writer’s block, social block and every other block you can construct within your imagination. The dark side…
Your not lazy, when there is a system in place, set for you to fail while putting the head of house hold in jail! Your not lazy, when there are passive aggressive racism happening everyday from the grocery store to the morgue. Your not lazy, when we built Black Wall […]
I’ve been forced, you’ve left me with no other choice! I love myself more than you ever did or ever will and so I am forced to never love you. I hate that I have to let you go, but your like poison that taste good, you are venom that […]
Poetry is what makes a pen cry….
Its safer not to expect anything, this way you don’t feel a since of loss when your left with nothing.
Nobody ever listens to you, when you are crying out. They pretend to listen, but as soon as you turn to walk away they forget that you are suffering, they forget that you asked for help, without directly asking for help. I remember my mothers words as a young girl, […]
I spend most of my days fighting back the tears, feeling stuck like a dear in head lights. That familiar feeling of pain that eats at your every vain, like poison entering your soul, on a sentence to death row, because love only kills me. It never heals me although […]