This poem uses the continuous metaphor of jazz to tell a tale of lovers in conflict
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Being black. Being woman. Being gay.
a short poem describing the strength in carrying titles the world hates
Oxytocin
I never thought it was possible for one person to occupy so much of my mind. You’re a high off the upmarket bougee drug probably exclusive to the people who live on the hills. The ones who started the opioid epidemic. The ones who know you just by looking at your shoes. You are theContinueContinue reading “Oxytocin”
Weight of the Past
I have an answer for every ‘how are you?’ directed to me, but lately there haven’t been any. I have things to share, I promise. You will be entertained by my trauma. Isn’t that what you want? You ridicule my pain as I shovel it into black plastic bags , bare it on my backContinueContinue reading “Weight of the Past”
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