Pain, Short Story

I Have No One To Hold

In my senior year of college I stopped biting my nails In my senior year of college my mom got sick We heard she was sick in October Again But then she had surgery She had the surgery She got better . So I stopped biting my nails For my mom Because she got better… Continue reading I Have No One To Hold

Blackness, Relationships

Ford

~ This post was inspired by my class on the History of Slavery in the US ~   How the hell does a broken heart get back together again? When the sword of slavery has ripped it apart When the laws of society have held you bound What kind of love do you say this… Continue reading Ford

Blackness, Uncategorized

Smoke

I had the most interesting conversation with a girl. She came up to me nervous acting like this wasn't normal for her. Whether it was an act or not I couldn't tell but anyway She looked pretty: well dressed with a nice sweater and long skirt. She was taller than I was and pretty. Her… Continue reading Smoke

Blackness

I am the moon (and I wonder if it’s because I’m black)

It's hard to feel nowadays Because I don't feel anymore It's hard to think about my feelings right now Because I don't think anymore I just lie here Waiting Hoping that when the sun rises The pain will be over I close my eyes and try to remember The images are blurry and I can't… Continue reading I am the moon (and I wonder if it’s because I’m black)