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Naomi Jan 2021
When your voice cracks and your pink lips quiver

I know you're in a basement that’s slowly filling up with water

I know the last song you'll sing

will bring us all to our knees

I know the last song I'll sing

Will fill up the basement to the brim
When he cries
Naomi Jan 2021
Your past girl brought you so much joy

You miss who you were when you were with her

We're still together for now

But your girl is coming to town
2016 thoughts
We were just kids then
Naomi Mar 2019
Late at night, her skin glows against the pale blue moon.
Mid-afternoon her hair sparkles with the sunny rays as the sun sinks to sleep.
Her hair as yellow and bright as a sunflower field.
Her summer days are filled with numbing cotton candy sunsets, vibrant pink bows, cheesy romantic novels and a luminous tone that follows her shadow.

But, the other girl...
Late at night, she disappears from sight... all one can hear are her cries.
Mid-afternoon her hair is wild and frizzy as she runs from the glowing man.
She does not glow a white light...
She works all day under the sun and leaves with a tan tone and watery eyes.
She is so beautiful. She is not like all the other summer girls. She doesn't need the blinding light to be noticed.
Slavery was practiced throughout the American colonies in the 17th and 18th centuries, and African slaves helped build the new nation into an economic powerhouse through the production of lucrative crops such as tobacco and cotton.
Naomi Jan 2021
And I will forever chase the dream that knocks on my door

And you will forever hold the keys

Know that I’m here for you

You don’t have to fear  

I saw the sea in you

While I’m full of black and blues
Naomi Jan 2021
I saw the part of you that I could see clearly in myself.

The part I wished to have for so long.

My reflection doesn't match yours.

But I sure wish it did.

I need to find myself once more.

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