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Kyra LaShell Jones
Poems
Apr 2017
2 a.m
2 a.m is the time of brilliance,
and it's also the time of complete stupidity.
It's the time where you call it quits for the night,
or take that one ***** shot too many.
It's that make it or break it moment of going home,
or going home with your best friends crush.
It's the time when we drunkenly tell people we love them,
even if we don't mean it.
We also drunkenly tell people we hate them,
and we often don't mean that too.
But sometimes we actually do mean both these things,
and just don't have the ***** to say it except at this beloved time.
We think about that person we have been crushing on,
and sometimes we get the courage to call.
But then quickly hang up when we hear the first ring.
And then kick ourselves for being vulnerable.
It's the time where a good portion of humans are conceived.
Purposely or not.
It's the time when families are often birthed.
And ripped apart.
It's the time when tears seep into pillows
and kids learn to internalize self hatred.
It's when they learn how to control it,
often with with ***, blades, or alcohol.
It's when people let their facade down and pour out their skeletons.
Or rebuild it back up just to endure another day.
It's the time when creatives create.
It's also the time when they create lots of ****.
It's when beauty happens,
and ugly.
Perfect syzygy,
and cataclysm.
Life.
It's all just life.
By Kyra Jones
Written by
Kyra LaShell Jones
F/Owensboro, Kentucky
(F/Owensboro, Kentucky)
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