A collection of words.
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Weight of loveburdenbeauty [shortened] 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝If someone gave me a nickel for my thoughts, how much could I bank before the truth became exhausting? Never have I
My Mother Told Me So
Two years ago, regret existed only as a foreign concept. Who could prepare for a reality so brutal: my mother’s spirit relieved of its physical
I Love You; More When It’s Over
One who cries in the desert can weep for an eternity. Apologies for your suffering due to my brokenness. I acknowledge these words as worthless
Open Note 25
Driving at 65 MPH on the I-10, listening to the remaster of Lonely Fire by Miles Davis—A twenty minute vibe and an irony as the
Silver Sanity
a Man, coated in bronze,resides in a reality illuminatedunder a cerulean sun.Born under the influence of generational despair, losing a home to empty bottles made of
Those Nikes had to be From the 90s
Two women approached the door of my job and began to set down their plastic cups filled with clear liquids and half full tote bags.
Citrus Sun
Before the sun touches the horizon,I wake fully clothed —Seeking fulfillment with pockets full of gold dust,fixing my gaze upon solar supremacy, exploring the possibilities of a life
Mother’s Eyes were Green, but Sometimes Brown
My mother and I wore the same size shoe.when I would trade solesout of rotation I would hear“Dang Fatman, I really liked those ones”,or, “You
Reveries of Children Living in Blue
As children, Da’Nae and I dreamt that the entire family lived on the same block.We dreamt, as children, on late nights over chip dust and
What some may call a Bodega
One time in fourth grade, I threatened to throw a chair at a girl who called me a gorilla. I was suspended, but I did
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