alexandria-rae-masonWhisper

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DisappointmentThe hardest part of growing up is the disappointment. The rules of fairness get thrown out the window and it's up to you to pursue your interests. Each person becomes their own main priority. Self preservation. Your heart loses it value to others, your feelings no longer spared. Doing what is right mistaken with what feels right. My problem as of lately has been not doing what has felt right, but what's best for me, finding who's best for me. / Now, don't mistake me. He was a dream. My eyes glittered when I smiled. The first tender touch that scared me, but I was too proud to flinch. Laughter was endless, love ran lucratively. I guess you could say he was the beginning of my disappointment. No kiss could be as sweet. / The next was the captain of saving. He loved the skin I was in and taught me to do the same. He gave me affection, recognition, and a dilemma of delicacy. So sweet yet so twisted, wicked some may say. The sweet taste of sin. My disappointment grew with the seduction of satan.
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Self love*What do you love about yourself* / I fell in love with her the way summer comes. Bringing an anticipated feeling of freedom, a release of pent up cold and frustration. Self love warmed my soul and abandoned my lonely. I am lucky to love her. Not for my vanity, but for our survival.
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womanhoodSubmissiveness: / give into man. silence yourself. his word is final. rush to his beck and call when he is angered. we are wrong. man is dominant, and woman is soft. if man is the bone, we are the gushy cartilage cushioning his fall. body dominated and composed of bone, but we are the organs that keep the body functioning. forever being transplanted, while our men are broken. submit. / Purity:
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Social Media RomancesI don't too much buy into those social media romances. / Reminding us every Monday and Wednesday / *Guess whose it is*
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infatuationhelpless romantic / i am. / always anticipating my forever
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Excitementsigns that my mind isnt living. I'm not awake. An insatiable taste for lavish and excitement. something new, no rules nor requirements. Carpe diem to the fullest so I can say I was alive. that I lived, that I dreamed. Dreaming of dreams bigger than my town, the city downtown where the lights are pretty I want to look up and have a breath in the night air. Gaping at the lights. The lights I dreamt of seeing when I became alive.
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All These Beyonce Songs PlayingAnd each one reminds me of you. / I think you had me at hello.
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179.Dear / Brown colored boy, / Mine
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195*Black born / Black careless / Black die
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Fomo.Maybe deep down she'll always be that girl that wants what she can't fully have. / Loving people that'll never know how to love her, really love her. / And a few times she'll realize her worth but then she gets consumed in this futuristic land of *fomo*.
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