Category: personal
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Time
I’ve spent my entire life trying to make time stop. I’ve got a terrible memory, and to cope I try to record every detail of my life. This was how I got into writing. In elementary school, I attempted to keep diaries so I wouldn’t forget what happened each day, no matter how mundane the…
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love-like
i watched you walk home that day.through the window,i saw the clouds openand the sun turned your skin to gold,as if an angel in the sky wantedto watch you with me.because you’re the only one that’s there,you’re the only one that matters.at least that’s how i always saw it—saw you—me—alone,but you had to go home…
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my mother’s story
It was warm, but not too warm; the perfect temperature to only wear a sweater. I was nine years old; the second youngest out of my sisters. There’s Annette, Pat, me, then Charlene, but Charlene is nine years younger than me so she didn’t go to school with us. We were the only black students…
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something about black boys
Blackness is sunshine. Sun shining, Making skin glow. The sun is melanin. Melanin is gold, Glimmering gold, Golden…. (continued)