Category Archives: Poetry

Do Not Label Me

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I may be Black or white or yellow Or any shades between Do not label me * I may be Hetero or metro or gay Or any shades between Do not label me I  may be young or old or adult or any shades between Do not label me * I may be Muslim or…




DON’T LABEL ME

A person doesn’t choose their gender, hair color, eye color, height, religion, etc. I’m going to relate this back to the jungle where aminals live. A place that remains beautiful and unharmed, yet we harm creatures for fun whether it is for self-pleasure or for food. These are gorgeous animals that share a lot of…




It begins with you

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Now what if I was to tell you I needed five thousand dollars in a matter of a month’s time- a lot of people would say you are crazy. I also was one of those people. Let’s rewind some time back, to when times were bad, when days felt like prison, when I was lost…




Country Roads, Don’t Take Me Home

I spent my youth Away from Home. Wishing my friends Were sisters of my own. I didn’t like family. Dangerous love. Beat up and tortured, Push comes to shove. We lived in the country, Away from town. If there are no neighbors, Does abuse make a sound? My heart goes back To that scary place.…




Broke

I love, Have loved, Broken things. All my life. Cars. Furniture. Houses. People. My childhood family Was IS A broken thing. My father was definitely a broken thing. My husband is, unfortunately, a broken thing. I don’t know many people who aren’t broken In some spectacular fashion. The problem with broken is– You can try…




Death ⚰️

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Death, you’re at my doorstep Did you forget to knock? C’mon in! don’t be shy You are welcome here I don’t hate you My life has been a happy one Time is running out I have put my ducks in a row It’s time to Move around. © 𝓼𝓽o𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓇 originally posted on Stories




Ill

When you have no fear of hell Because you’re already in it, When you’re: Sick And tired Of living inside this minute. When you pray for heaven And hold on for the night, When you’re: Done And wasted, Dying to end this fight. Knuckle down. Swing away. Beat the devil. It’s still your play. When…




The Last Dance

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  Homologous humanity, cleaved by pedantic disagreements. The newel of our rise, splintered. Coronal citizens take all. The deprived tucked away in a credenza, not to be opened or seen. Calcareous lines divide. A precarious road, to come together. All in the same pannier, on this planet earth. A happier world, if we learned to…




LoveBird

Someone said it was National Poetry Month? So. I wrote this several weeks ago. Love flew in my window last night. Stretched his wings out wide and came to rest upon my heart. Feathered up all his sumptuous sweet breath And called awareness to his sound. Come close, Love. Sing your soft song down my…