Posts
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Teenager
Maybe being a
teenager is just a con
stant state of panic.
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My Eyes Hurt
Minute tremors burrow under my skin as
yesterday’s mistakes become today's problems.
Eyelids itchy and irritable, I blink over and over
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Dark, dark (Midnight)
I am dark dark.
Ebony.
Melanin.
Not sun-kissed but
scorched.
Not moonlight but
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The City
The city has always held me in its arms.
Softly, like a mother does to a child.
At the edge of daylight,
I gaze out over a balcony
and call each structure by name.
My eyes track its movements,
