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Baby
19/F/South Africa Cover by Benon Lutaaya | To document
How do I erase this stain you left on my skin? I'd like to take back the no's you didn't hear, keep them in case I need them again. My cries have fallen onto deaf ears, my hurt onto emotionless hearts. How do I look at myself the same way? How do I answer the next girl who asks if she is next
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Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 2:05 PM UTC
I was next
I don't believe what you say because I see what you do. "To serve and to protect" but here lies the body of another black man.
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Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 7:27 PM UTC
News just in
Black woman will go through racism, absent father, abuse by spouse and still shine. She will protect with fierce love she has but only experienced from her own struggling mother. She will teach love and forgiveness as if being victim to hate were foreign to her. She will sweat and cry and bleed then cover her wounds and continue being the pillar of this earth. She is beautiful, despite being told she isn't. She is God's creation. She is you. You are she. And black woman, You are powerful.
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May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 5:48 PM UTC
She
I remember sitting alone in a park. My shoulders arced, I felt no peace. The air was humid, Clouds were gray. I thought at least the rain would put me at ease. I whispered a short prayer- the kind that was rushed and abrupt. Then I asked God what mankind is that He was so mindful of us. Sacrosanct- something that is considered to be too important to change or question. Then the leaves belonging to the trees surrounding me all bumped one another Whispering back in a christened voice and suddenly humanity became sacrosanct. He heard me.
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Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 1:01 PM UTC
Surrounded
I looked into your eyes and never looked away. Days without you were always the same, a day was just another day. My mind without you became just another place- an empty space filled with mornings that were just okay and would build into nights that would never end in a haste. I would recite our moments together. Moments that became distant memories altogether. Consoled because if this was God-willed then at least you and I could be forever.
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Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
Pragma - enduring love
She said change was good; contrary to her life decisions- every day life continued the same way. But she didn't know how things would change After the day she decided to stop changing herself. After the day she decided to stop tormenting herself. After the day she started to grow herself. Believing herself. Trusting herself; her emotions. Loving what was, and is, and is to come. And   from   that   day, nothing was ever the same.
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Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 6:23 PM UTC
Nothing was the same (continued)
I was a sunflower; in all my colorful glory a happy sight to behold —more to my nature than could be imagined. But you preferred roses; Soft. With petals that called your fingers to linger as they please.
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Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 1:32 PM UTC
The glorified rose
I missed you once. Those days I thought life was different without you. But when I stopped missing you, I realised everything was the same.
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Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 4:40 AM UTC
Everything was the same
If being in love makes the world make sense, could sanity and love be the same thing?
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Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 4:24 AM UTC
Love, sanity. Sanity, love.
My hatred boils with every attempt to hurt My fear fills the atmosphere at every attempt to hide my desires But still, My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me My love spreads at every attempt to empty my darkness My dreams reveal themselves at every attempt to bring hope My words escape my mind with every intent to be heard. My heart heals itself, with every chance to live.
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Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 3:50 AM UTC
Language of a broken heart