Monthly Archives: October 2015

Black girls don’t cry. {poem}

She carries bruises blue on black blood on soul scars of shame it don’t hurt, she lies to hide truth bends rules to survive it’s only a phone an unsure assurance a talisman of dismal hope if only silent screams could hear the … Continue reading

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Words of Heart.

I carry words at the bridge of heart. Crossing through a tender soft sonata. A wave of wind, crescendos and the trees play the harp of sea. I hold breath of soul spent in silent sorrow. Lifting on the edges … Continue reading

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Friendship

“No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.” ~ Alice Walker “No person is your friend” if we are taken for granted. Acquaintances are plenty but a true friend is rare. There’s a … Continue reading

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Rainy Lullaby.

Tonight, I’ll listen to the rain in its simpatico voice it’ll rinse the ink from the sky and play notes of a quiet lullaby.

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We are one.

It’s been raining today. The earth, the house and trees are a continuous keyboard. It is quiet in the slate-gray of day. The leaves flex effortlessly with the weight of each drop of rain. I close my eyes for one … Continue reading

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Inertia is necessary at times.

It might feel like we are not growing or changing. It might feel like the moment is stagnate and harsh and raw. And maybe it is. However, we continue to grow. We wrap the sheer skin of a walnut around … Continue reading

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The hour of forever.

Her hair, the color of a seeded dandelion revealed her aged wisdom and freedom. She spoke, “Let me pour you a cup of warmth and we’ll sit by the fire of heart and talk till a quarter past the hour … Continue reading

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