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Metaphorically Speaking: Queen of the Throne Poetry Slam

Just got the pictures from my first poetry slam in Dayton, Ohio!!! I’m so proud of this moment! Not only was this my 1st slam but only my 3rd time on stage! I enjoyed myself and conquered mountains of limitations I had once been afraid of. I was once that timid girl who hid behind powerful words and expressions literally dreaming of the day I could be confident on stage. I encourage any and…

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Black Tar

Ra rain down on me Your Blackness covers me. Mounds above your shoulders Arms out-stretched Smooth, black silk on the back of your neck…


Shipments for Shipman Pt. 2

Shipments for Shipman Pt. 2 (The Heartbreak)


Have my heart.


Idle time floats above my mind

You enter through

I remember you…

The way you smell

How your body felt

Yes lord I remember your name

James drips from my lips

The inquisition of your mind on top of mines

Rides out near the city

“Where do we go now?”

“What is it you want to do?”

All I ever had to say to him was

“Be next to you”

He knew he had me, and I had him

Worst mistake…

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"She Ate When She Felt Empty Inside"

“She Ate When She Felt Empty Inside”

She ate when she felt empty inside.
Only then, did she fill herself with a certain kinda pride she called “love”.
She ate.
Only because she felt her own emptiness,
Do you understand that?
She waits til there’s nothing,
Eats just to get by.
This is how I love myself,
Minimalist accepting love if and only if I feel empty inside.
This is real life.
To love oneself only when one needs love…

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It was pure once upon a time
I fell in love with the boy who wanted to be a marine biologist some day
He was intelligent
Goofy with a thugs passion
Head over heels for me
Confidence overflowing
Wanted me as his dream girl
And then he changed
Killed the innocence
Until there was nothing left
Crushed my lungs to where I could not breathe
“Why do you hate me?”
“I remember you,…

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There’s a Voice

There’s a Voice

There’s a voice,
so sweet and bewildered
Justifying every promiscuous move made in my head and my head only.
There’s a voice.
So passionate it grips the back of my twist out like it owns me.
Like it knows me.
What I want
And everything I want to be.
There’s a voice,
so smooth like silk therapy
Speaks to me in poetry
with no words
As if it knows nothing is to be said
But done.
This voice thats in…

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But his blood spills red


Three years ago I believed whites and blacks were equal in the United States. I believed that slavery was abolished and racism went both ways. I disagreed with affirmative action and I thought black people who didn’t make it out didn’t want to make it out.

I was so very wrong.

Today my heart is…

"Don’t brag about yourself let others praise you. -Proverbs 27:2"