Some relationships are seasonal 12.6.18
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””
You stay locked in the dark corner of my mind. Forgotten. But then he has your name. He has your walk. I jump in my mind— skin prickling, heart racing, It wasn’t you. Why would it be you? But he had your shadow.
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”
Fear kept me quiet. Fear you’d turn out to be exactly who I knew you were— who I knew you were but wanted to believe you were my heart’s expectations.
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”
A vibrant butterfly, battered by your insecurities Wings clipped by your jealousy Colors blanched from confidence stolen Carefree spirit curbed by neglect Prior evolution reached, now reverted back— to a husk