identity politics

lip-kits thick with identity politics curves and thighs commodified as if they haven’t been desirable since the sun’s first shine on the Hollister skin trending back in the day well money doesn’t define worth ads and photo ops don’t make it all better look closely at the composition question do they stand there fettered? chained?…

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Like Father, Like Son

There’s always been a stigma that black men can’t take care of their children. Not all fathers leave their children without a father figure. It’s important for fathers of black children to stick around emotionally and be around their space. Fathers need to be able to instill lifelong values to teach their child to tackle…

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Auburn Rests

Being a black woman is tough. Especially being a black woman in America. We aren’t allowed to be vulnerable without being mocked for it. We aren’t allowed to stand up for ourselves without being called a ‘bitch’ or ‘bossy’. God forbid we raise our voice, and then we’re seen as the angry black woman. But…

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Memories of Your Ocean Blue Eyes

The crescent moon is glimmering as we’re lying down beneath the stars. The film is silently playing while the fireflies surround the yard. As our hands lightly touch, it makes me want to give you all that I have. Drowning in your ocean blue eyes. The smell of your perfume lingers in my sheets, a…

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Eldritch Zone

One step I took back, one step I took forward. Losing control of my demented mind. Passing by crowded places, many sources of vile spaces. Velvet teardrops are splashing the cold, hard cement ground. As I see the torn leaves dwindling down the narrow road, a sight beckons me to throw it at great height,…

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tears.

tears i’ve cried waiting for you to come back, to hold me in your arms. tears i’ve cried, hoping you’d stop the lies that broke you apart. tears i couldn’t feel until my shirt was already soaked by their desperation for you to be there. so many tears. tears that stain my cheeks like the…

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