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When we write, we write with the hardest hearts, singed raw with pride, but when we grieve, those hearts soften, and words become tears cascading down rough contours and jagged edges. What’s written isn’t felt when hands mechanically type, but when it’s felt, despair cloaks us, and we wish for idyllic unknowns and peaceful reveries….

Old Soul

As the days fly by I refer to a cynical state of mind. I never wanted to be this teen that has been placed inside of me for my soul is far too old and diminished to be surrounded by such games that pan out constantly. My soul is beautiful, and gorgeous, and magnificent But…

natural rebellion, part 4

nowadays, we think we have a choice we mixed people of color choose your own ethnicity as if it were an adventure one of the above, all that apply   *other*   this skin i’m in says differently that skin tells the silent story that all eyes perceive and label and usually it’s one of…