poem
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Frivolous

So frivolous. So tiny. My make-up is ugly. The sun is hot, then it’s not; the cold chaps my lips. My coffee’s cold. My iced tea does not have enough ice. My boyfriend’s on Insta telling the world too many lies. Continue reading
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Forgechu

Everyday I wake up, to the gods I ask, “Will the time come when I fin’lly forgechu?” So I go on my day and put on a mask, Hope that in my busy-ness I fin’lly forgechu. Continue reading
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Oh Grandfather

Who cared about the bruises? They all faded away. You were a reformed old man, keeping your demons at bay. One time I sat on your shoulders. We made our way from my school. A silly prince, that made me. The world was mine to rule. Continue reading
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How to Catch a Sinner

How to catch a sinner: Look for the loudest, self-proclaimed saint, almighty and proudest. He walks with a basket filled with gold stones and ready to pick so many bones. Continue reading
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You Must Be Thinking

You must be thinking of what happened to me, your daily beloved and majesty. When the moon shines, do you miss my eyes? The wasted opportunity, do you realize? Continue reading
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You Can’t Love Me

You can’t love me because you hate your own skin, the sound of your own voice, and your mind screaming from within. You can’t show me ’cause you’re fixated with that wall others built for you, the shots you don’t call. Continue reading
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At Last I Found a Friend

At last I found a friend among unexpected places who knew not to give up peeking through my many faces who knew my humid silence was not mean-spirited at all who dared to chip away at my Jungian timid wall. Continue reading
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In My Corner

In my corner I sit thinking about it. In my corner I cry processing that goodbye. In my corner I bleed and slowly concede. In my corner I scream to let off some steam. Continue reading


