Love tastes like a snowflake gently landing on soft lips. Like the kiss shared in the midst of a thunderstorm. Pineapple flavored tongues exploring every crevice. Love is the taste of two souls interweaving for the first time.
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In Due Time
We asked: When will we be free? Massah responded by inflicting Wounds that shredded our backs. The first strike crackled loud enough to make the earth tremble. The next twelve paled in comparison. We no longer existed. In due time, we thought to console ourselves. We asked: When will we be equal? They responded:… Continue reading In Due Time
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Liar
I am a liar. I lie with a smile plastered on my face when the world is crumbling around me. I lie to ease the pain of strangers just to witness a glimpse of hope on their faces. I lie to erase the guilt of loved ones who neglect me during my dark times. I have… Continue reading Liar
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Welcome to Italy
I guess this technically should've been my first post. Similar to the way novels start in the middle of the story, this would've been the first chapter of my life. Before arriving to Italy, I was clueless at to what to expect. All I knew was that I wanted this new stage in my life… Continue reading Welcome to Italy
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“Annie John” by Jamaica Kincaid
For as long as I can remember I regarded Jamaica Kincaid as one of my favorite authors. However, I had the horrific realization that I couldn't remember any of her works; I couldn't associate a specific element of literature with her. All I knew for sure was her name sounded like poetry and she is… Continue reading “Annie John” by Jamaica Kincaid
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Disconnect
We weren’t quite in love, perhaps we were very close. The starting line had us pegged as friends — determined to finish as a couple. You wanted loyalty. I wanted stability. I gave you both, but you handed out lies. You words were poetry and so I listened intently. Your lips did more than… Continue reading Disconnect
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Childhood Traditions: Doo Wop Bops
Most , if not all, of us have at least one fond memory from our childhood that brings a smile to our faces. Others, have traditions that they take with them well into adulthood. Whilst I have many (like making sure to be at home as New Year's Eve turns into the New Year), one… Continue reading Childhood Traditions: Doo Wop Bops
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Conquering Phobias
I have a weird phobia ... Globophobia: a fear of balloons. Now, this isn't an invitation for you to appear in front of me Pennywise style with a bunch of balloons -- that might earn you a punch to the nose. My problem with balloons is that it makes my anxiety blastoff whenever I see,… Continue reading Conquering Phobias
