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Irie529
19/Pittsburgh I write. All credits to the work below belong to me.
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May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 10:41 PM UTC
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The green leaves are playing with rain and I'm feeling lonely this evening. I remember it was raining Last year we were here together I still miss that day more than anything! When the raindrops touch your beauty and make you feel pleasure Yet I just keep watching where with my thirsty eyes and I deeply enjoy your wet black hair! I have stopped writing to enjoy your dance in the rain and just have dreamed that, Don't be shy onto me just dance and don't hide your rainy face Maybe I'm a new bird in your rainforest! You know I'm a stranger My country is far away from you But I'm impressed with your lank wet hair! When the evening has become darker and the rain has stopped, I'm feeling lonely again!
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May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 10:28 PM UTC
Raining In The Evening
Today I wake up frightened limited to only a pigment Blue and red lights cause more trepidation than equanimity, palms sweaty brows furrowed terror sneaks up behind me. Thoughtless bigots ready to beat me blindly. Stop my car because I don't have a tail light intimidation evokes more concern cornered by three blue lifes in comparison to my one. One hand on their clip the other by their side To them there is only die this may be goodbye - A Black Girl Untold “ RTI found black female drivers got pulled over in Raleigh's Southwest District at a higher rate than other population groups.'' - Abc 11 Title: all credits to the lovely Jess Rizkallah
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May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 2:41 PM UTC
I am a garden of bones call me a cemetery
Rain slowly seeps into my soul Gathering gently at my pores Slowly wandering, searching for any life of creativity A blank canvas awaiting a stroke of color Coloring out of bounds No Lines, boarders, or limitations With only the power of a pen. Control is given over Free falling endlessly repeatedly No longer the beholder -A Black Girl Untold
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May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 1:47 PM UTC
Ars Poetica
Sigh Sometimes I wake up out of breath Questioning if I am living only for death My bed holds bad dreams and demons No peace comes when I am sleeping Questioning if I am living only for death I hate my life and I have nothing left No peace comes when I am sleeping Only thing keeping me sane is books I hate my life and I have nothing left I care for others more than I do myself Only thing keeping me sane is books My friends wear makeup and cute looks I care for others more than I do myself I can hardly stand getting out of bed My friends wear makeup and cute looks While I can't stomach my own reflection Sometimes I wake up out of breath -A Black Girl Untold
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May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 1:11 PM UTC
Circle of Life
i tend to overthink. i place value in insignificant things i tend to overlook all the beautiful things all the things that bring me joy seem to bring pain when my mind makes me question my life i forget what colors look like i forget the euphoria of a babies laugh i forget the meaning to me anxiety, and depression can be cruel but that’s not unusual i tend to shink into myself to hide. to hide what isn’t “pretty” to hide what hurts but i forget that this is the best part these feelings of turmoil are honest. they’re personal they mean everything. - A Black Girl Untold
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May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 1:07 PM UTC
Moving thoughts