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What is True?
If we have moved on,
Why do I still dream of you
While you think of me?
The Old Man in My Life
Through cries and laughter
I want you to be there, too,
But I know you can’t.
My Brotha
No bond is greater
Than that of loving rebels.
So let us grow strong,
And against the world
And the pressured plans for us
Like we did with mom.
If we have moved on,
Why do I still dream of you
While you think of me?
The Old Man in My Life
Through cries and laughter
I want you to be there, too,
But I know you can’t.
My Brotha
No bond is greater
Than that of loving rebels.
So let us grow strong,
And against the world
And the pressured plans for us
Like we did with mom.
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To The Men Who Burnt Witches
There is witchcraft in our blood,
in our bones we carry the magic
that you could not burn away.
You see, fire does not eat fire.
Your mother would have taught you that
if the world hadn’t convinced her
that despite her body being able
to bring life into this world,
she is not a magical thing.
Maybe the witches you burned
were the daughters of something
more holy than you could ever handle.
So you set them alight for being different,
forgetting that even the son of your God
was once condemned for being too pure,
too beautiful, too different for this world.
History devoured your name,
but we have never forgotten
what you di
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Regrowth Chapter One - The Stranger
At first glance, the traveler appeared no different from any other. He was an older, scholarly gentleman, and he had a large, battle-built companion with him who looked like he crushed stones before breakfast each morning, and the pair of them had a large collection of bags, primarily of books. The first odd thing was that the scholarly man’s companion parted ways with him in a friendly manner when they walked into town. The second was that the scholarly man bought only a variety of seeds, fruits, honey, and a large supply of water from the market. The third was that he didn’t seem to mind being robbed blind by the various you
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the daughter universe
Lonely men, I’ve noticed, will pay off their little houses
and live in them by themselves until they burn down
from a dead gas pilot and 80’s paperback philosophy.
In other words, out on one hundred highway north at dusk,
which is a daylight’s ride from the sack, the dunes simply
spill out on the road; the crazy thing being, nobody’s worried.
Keep driving until the damn thing just ends at the last rogue pier
on the island’s tip. There’s a dark night beach on the right
and if you wade into the waves, about 130 feet, east by northeast,
you’ll find a miraculous shoal where the salt from a trillion g
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Was gonna separate them, but, eh.
What is True?-- Inspired by my first real boyfriend.
The Old Man in My Life-- Reflection of one of my biggest fears; Inspired by my dad
My Brotha--Inspiration obvious right?
(My only brother & the guy who taught me to be bold)
What is True?-- Inspired by my first real boyfriend.
The Old Man in My Life-- Reflection of one of my biggest fears; Inspired by my dad
My Brotha--Inspiration obvious right?
(My only brother & the guy who taught me to be bold) © 2015 - 2024 AfroChica94
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You can look at them either way. Separated or as sections of one single work. And yes, it's all well done. I like every line.