Tied Up in “ships”

Letters From a Woke Woman: Tied up in “ships”     Dear Friends, Being woke doesn’t just mean you’re woke to the suppressive atmosphere of racial oppression, it means your eyes—or rather soul, is opened. You now recognize everything. Things that eluded you before are laid bare. With continual growth comes continual growing pains, and forContinue reading “Tied Up in “ships””

Power

The word, It still holds power. I try it out on my lips, It makes me flinch. It plays unwanted scenes before my mind. I force the word out, offended by its existence. It’s casually spoken to devalue it, but internally I’m wincing. It still holds power— But I can chip away at it. .Continue reading “Power”

Dose of Reality

I used to obsess— it was pride. I knew I was the best he would ever get I thought that meant he’d wake up, treat me better Not worse. Each lie I absorbed through a kiss of apology. Broken down by manipulation Blinded to the truth My truth was the sweet as honey version heContinue reading “Dose of Reality”