📚 — exodus
poetry and stories!
📚 — exodus
poetry and stories!
poetry and stories!
poetry and stories!
I look at down my skin,
The colors and tones my mother gave me.
But I see the red under my skin
And the hate it causes.
When I say it, they laugh,
Even though it’s who I am.
My identify—
My code and binary
But it will forever be binary
Just one or the other.
I’m white or black.
Not mixed, like my mother....
11/15/24
Today I found a little coffee shop on the corner. When I walked in, I couldn’t help but delight in the delicious smell of the pumpkin bread and the heater sending out warm air. Music was gently playing.
A sign above the checkout was decorated for Christmas. Mosaics of red and green sprawled it. The word ‘Christmas’ went across it, written in calligraphy.
There was a seat tucked away in...
Notice how when I’m trying,
No one cares.
But yet when you do it,
You’re the center of attention.
_Take That._
The twists and turns you make my stomach feel,
Make me want to die
But yet when it’s you complaining,
Everyone comforts you.
_Take that._
The way I look at you, I try to show you,
The damage you do me
But yet when I look at you,
You’re concerned
_Take that._
1 and 2 and 3 leave for ...
The way that the ice feels
When you pour it over my head
Makes me feel like I’m new
And refreshed.
I hate the way the fridge makes sounds
That disrupt my sleep.
And I hate the way the ice hits my tooth
And sends shivers down my spine.
The way the ice feels
After minutes in my hand.
The way it makes me go numb
And I feel nothing
And void and gone yet fine.
I hate it when the ice is out.
I love...
I chase after people
Who don't really care about me.
And I chase after people.
Who could care less about me.
So why am I choosing the people that I
DEBATE?
And why am I just a fish's
BAIT?
The people I chase,
They're translucent.
Seeable, but not really.
Kind, but not dearly.
But they change me,
And morph me,
Until I'm just like them.
(this goes out to S)...