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I screaming on my mind
Randomly brings back old memories
That I’ve burried away..
Like a corpse rise up from the grave,
Comes and bring on the chaos.
I'm a dark moon
So don't try to convince me that
I have my own light,
Because at the end of the day
I hate myself in every single way
And I'm not going to lie to myself by saying
There is beauty inside of me that matters
So rest assured I will remind myself
That I am worthless, terrible Moon
And nothing you say will make me believe
I still deserve love
Because no matter what
I am not good to be loved
And I am in no position to believe that
Light doest exist within me
Because whenever I look at the Sun I always think
Am I so dark as they say?
Read from the bottom
living with
dying with
scars

inflicting ~ conflicting
scarred landscapes en-
trained and eroding

pain transporting
grain by grain
these mountains re-framing
and eventually flowing
on to base level and the
Ocean of love

life without scars is anomalous
like a Sun with no aurora

perfectly imperfect
just as life is:
beautiful
a beautiful reminder
of mortality
mirrored in the fluid
dance of the eternal

heaven sent or heaven spent

its never misspent
in post-recompense
morphic resonance

So...
stand
hold space
think about direction
wonder why
then
get ready to fly
Written on Mount Shasta
November 2014
 Apr 2020 Sadie Grace
Simone
Ada
 Apr 2020 Sadie Grace
Simone
Ada
It's been a while, I'm your age now.
The age you were when you left.
The world is a mess right now.
But for the first time, I'm not.

It would've been your birthday right now.
Everyone is still celebrating your existence.
Just sad you're not here right now.
This is my letter to you, Ada. I don't know where you are right now, but thank you for you wisdom.
its not a lover i need to fulfill my desires,
it is a partner consistent in growing through the madness
and only seeing its potential.
she’s too strong,
she’s too much,
she’s too tough to love.

she’s too hard,
she’s too broken,
she’s not enough.

she’s imperfect,
she’s wild,
she’s lost in the wind.
she’s insane,
sending signs of chaos from within.
-
hi.
#1
Love is
someone who cares about
your wounds,
not someone that
adds salt to them.
strangely,
the feelings of emptiness
are quite heavy.
 Apr 2020 Sadie Grace
Jennifer
Numb
Numb
Numb
So
            uninvolved
            invisible
It's the same routine
anesthetize me
Feel me
I'm done
            dumb
            numb
I feel the love-hate

Tell me, do you feel it?
Tell me you feel it
Tell me you feel

Numb
Numb
Numb

They still believe
             I feel
             I live
             I love

Numb
Numb
Numb

Feel my drug

The toy I am
The game you are

Let me feel
                numb
                numb
                done.
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Speak African child, speak. for you poses a  mouth that heals nations. It is in thine voice in the vibrations of thy mouth that remedies are provided to our ailments.

speak African child, speak. speak against the calamities that befall your land. speak against that hand that he dare raises against your bare skin. speak against the blood of your brothers spilled to please others.

Speak for  Africa that is one and united, Africa that does not know of any racial divides. Africa that knows no skin colour. speak African child speak. for you are the voice of liberation. speak  for your voice are the echoes of our ancestors.

child labour, human trafficking, child *******, school violence, femicides, suicides. and you say you see this not.  African child where is your voice in all of this. doesn't that skin, that accent and ***** hair mark you as of African descent.

Speak African child speak for you bare the answers to our questions, you bare the sole of our history.
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