I would rather be the villain
I would rather be the villain, you seebecause they are the ones who know true painthe kind that’s lit into rage and incinerates. I would rather be the villain, you see but I have met love.He presented himself to me…
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Nature’s Melody: Finding Peace in the Echoes of the Earth
Faint But there EchoesNot quite clearWhat could it be?whispers from the trees from the branches to the leavesor humming from the ground hard to feelbut stilla soft glowing peaceas if the frogs were trying to sing along to a sound…
Braiding Generations: A Poetic Tribute to Haitian Heritage and Family Tradition
I recall the days when my grandma would come visit me in Haiti.We would sit beneath the hot sunwhere the gentle breezes blew.I would mold her silver hair with wrists that would twist,and fingers that’d weave cornrows like fine art.Her…
Addiction and the Elusive Pursuit of Wholeness: A Poetic Reflection
We are all addicted to something that can ruin us. Temporary pleasures that still cannot make us whole. One more bite One more sip One more pull One more trip One more kiss One more time Just one last time…
Emotional Poetry: Love’s Compelling Affliction
Cold wind strikes my skin. Each gust hits me like sharp shards of glass. It attacks every inch of me. Cuts down to the bone and deep into my core. I fall numb to the pain as shivers turn me…
A Thread Connecting Three
What happens when the only thread two people share is their child?Regret simmers in the pot they use to brew resentment.Friction ignites a series of insults.That tension taints the word family.That child becomes a buffer, caught in the crossfire.Her innocence…
Miracle Women
I do not have to go searching far for strong women. I do not have to even look beyond my doorsteps to know the comfort of unconditional loveof women who did not carry me but taught me to understand the…
Being Black is my Superpower
See my color and see my struggle. Do not be blind to my troubles. See my hair and learn the roots from which they grew. See my breast and prize the milk that flows through. See my body and foster…
Genesis
Rippling through my clothes, I feel the cold wind,Swimming on my skin creating its own rhythm.As if my body belong to it, it takes charge directing it.I gave myself willingly, as I fell Deeper, I felt every note strumming chords…
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