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Wordplay.

I love it.

You get what I mean?

But if I don’t want you to.

Stare.

Be decisive.

Just look at these words

And go with whatever.

The point is I love it,

I love everything.

 

I tell you I love you.

But what does it mean?

True, deceiving or just because?

 

I say these words.

They do have limits.

It may not be just what you hoped.

 

Now back to the topic

You get what I mean?

This language is beauty.

You get what I mean?

Breakthrough

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For the first time, I don’t care who likes my content.

I type and I send.

Words speak for themselves.

You like it or hate it.

Not read at all. 

The fact is I wrote it, it’s there for all.

My best come with blunts and alcohol.

I pray the ones reading this have understanding.

These words as they come are very demanding.

KNUCKLES

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Black knuckles.

Dark skin.

The ultimate struggle.

Whoever proposes,

No pic of the ring.

 

No bleach from a distance

My skin tone protests,

Dark knuckles remain,

No finger is saved.

 

Dark knuckles-

How about I show them more?

This silent taboo

Is not just my trait

I know some are out there

Not really just me.

 

I stand for dark knuckles.

 

A true representative.

Authentic

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These two as I see them,

Here on the platform.

So different they are.

But how did they meet?


They kissed!


Wow.


Something just clicked.


This world can be all we want to be.


A couple both men.

Is how they appear.

But why was I told that all this is wrong? 


This,

just this,

is WHO THEY ARE!


No,

not demons as mum had said.


Authentic!

 

Yes!

 

That’s the word!


Live,

just live!

Just as who you are.


Dear two men,

 

To you, I say thank you.

 

The clarity given is precious to me.


We are who we are. 

Live it don’t hide. 


Why stay here,

Why be here,

if one cannot?


A world that’s authentic

That’s what I crave. 


I’m happy I saw it.

This journey is saved.

Tall Girls

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I’m on the train with this woman.

I’m crouched near the door just so I can lean on the glass since their are no seats.

She looks at me as if to say, ” Why do you have your neck bent like that?”

You see we are both tall girls.

Someone stands up from the seat behind me and the fellow tall girl tries to fight for it.

She losses.

But manages to secure the space opposite me.

A couple seconds……

I look at her,

She’s bending just like me just to lean on the seat window.

These are the types of struggles we tall girls go through.

The central line doesn’t rate us.

Most buses don’t either.

THE END.