We live in a whirlwind of joining waters, a diverse fork in the stream between brown lips, bold hips, and spaciously speckled faces Wispy brow-framed almond eyes cheek to cheek beams, full of kin butterfly black lashes, fluttering with fortitude, wings bold, carrying cobalt seas Rose-ridden inner lips chestnutted captivatingly rooted rawly, reminiscent of…
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that morning was the back of his chocolate quilted head enveloping my eyes. The floor creaked beneath my bare toes as I slipped back into that room, crossing my fingers that his roommate hadn’t seen me leave for the restroom. “I have to go for a run… he mumbled, his ocean eyes darting from the…
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Ruthless gators scavenging the swamp of my brain, claw by claw, my thoughts intended to consume me • As I thought of whether or not I was worth being seen seen with something so many view as disgusting flawed fixable • Something that I’ve hidden for so long tucked into pants sucked in for pictures…
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Here I am, Surya’s deep treatment smothered on my fiery strands realizing I’m doing a type of waiting that feels like racing . Realizing we spend a majority of our lives doing just this . Doing our hair Insta posts laundry work taxes chores . Doing Doing Doing… . Here I am, realizing, That all…
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. Darling, the tears they may seem to drown you but truly, they are the rains of your past watering the gardens of your future your drought is almost over the blooming lays ahead . This thievery is quite peculiar in that even though they stole a part of you you’re the one who can…
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*TRIGGER WARNING: sexual assault/ trauma* More often than not, trips show up on our life’s porch as one of the greatest gifts. • It’s true, sights and feelings are amazing parts of being when you are experiencing them at the moment they’re happening. • But for some people, sometimes, their minds take flights that they’re…
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Cutting ties feels oddly amazing Especially when the scissors were already moving • For my hands are no longer sore My fingers aren’t shaking as they grip the handle • They’re not even trying to catch the string as it hits the floor • At first you gently caressed my soft edges You made me…
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Serious with a comicality as bold as my darkest lipstick I can be feminine but rough and even rowdier A comfortably composed hot mess • I can be both. • I can be healing in some ways while sliding back in others Confident while questioning my image Apprehensively brazen with a soft physicality • I…
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