In the beginning, God made man And man and woman made me Being stripped of who I am What has that made me? You say I am a woman, You say that I am a blank space that is waiting to be painted As if I was the universe, that holds their jewels as sacred… Read on
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the moon is my constant it never appears to change formed by collision she fills in an unexplained manner many a hit she secures the earth like a mother for her young, her untamed tresses reach with gravity her affection and her blood through the blows she manages to gleam, notwithstanding the entirety of her… Read on
“Is the wind silent? “ “Only when it blows softy!” These are the two phrases I hear spoken of me all the time, But how can you possibly know when you are deaf to all besides what you wish to hear, I am the god of air, I control it from all points of the… Read on
This poem, "Truth," is about not keeping things inside and “staying real” with yourself and allowing all of you to feel and think as you truly desire. Read on
In loving memory of Venery K. Morgan You are a warrior. The trunk of the tree that holds the branches together. The branches that produce leaves and bare such sweet fruit that makes the world happy. It started with you. Spending your life giving and giving and giving and giving. Never, not once selfish. The… Read on
In order to quantify my love for Spotify, There’s not a singular reason why, It’s everything that happens and what it implies. Here’s my reason why, Why I have to try, To explain my love for Spotify. It’s not the songs that make me cry, It’s not the ability to listen without wifi, It’s more… Read on