Tag: Confessional Writing
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Protected: The Anniversary of Me
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Joy from a Touch
My heart, racing My awareness, peaking My breath, hitched My eyes, fixed I’ve been woken up by this Again A spark I couldn’t control One I struggle to ignore. But I did Well My family wouldn’t accept this part of me I knew this early Being Black was difficult enough, but this Warrants a modern-day
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I Have a Bad Habit of Appearing Disinterested
Sometimes, I don’t respond right away or at all. It’s a habit of mine. I didn’t realize how much it affects others. It wasn’t disinterest. More like me not knowing what to say or how I feel about my initial response. That’s my fault. I take responsibility for that. History always plays a role, so
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Don’t You Wish There Was A Way Out?
If I could drink and smoke all of my problems and fears away, I would do that until the end of time. I can’t. I’m smart enough to know it won’t work. Curious enough to try every once in a while, just to see. Too sensitive to withstand its effects on me. I choose to
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Existing During a Transition Period
Welcome back! I got away from doing updates, but here I am. Informal and honest. Here’s a few things that I’ve been experiencing. TikTok and General Social Media I opened the TikTok app today for the first time since the beginning of the year, and it felt so foreign. I spent 10 minutes swiping through
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Protected: This Place Sure Does Know How To Wear Someone Down
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Have You Ever Seen Venus Twinkle During Dawn?
Someone asked me: “What is one thing that made you happy recently?” Have you ever seen Venus twinkle during dawn? A lightning storm hovering in the distance. Plane silence triggering a unique ambience. Slight turbulence resetting the moment. Again and again. I wasn’t expecting that. It didn’t last. It never does when the sun is
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I thought I was doing a better job at flying under the radar
I guess it’s something that’s outside of my control. Someone has always noticed. Now, my influence is all over the place. It’s hardly immediate. Things resurface from long ago, So long that I forgot about many of the things that I’ve done. Who I’ve touched, What I’ve said, How I appeared, It’s a mystery to
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It’s a New Year, and I Don’t Play.
I used to play. For fun. To indulge the other person. To make light of the situation. To feel good. To feel better. But the surface is hardly ever fun long-term, I wanted something real. And playing leads to uncertainty, To mixed feelings, To boredom, And longing for more. So I stopped, Abruptly. It was
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On The Fire: How Could An Angel Create So Much Hell?
Fire has been confusing for me. For an embarrassing amount of time, Fire confused me. Because of this, Fire is something that I think about a lot. I know how I feel about it now. I’ve taken quizzes. Read books. Researched. Inquired. Meditated. The works on Fire. To determine what it means for me. How
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