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Welcome to my stories

Writings around the emotion, thought and intent behind selected pieces.

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Oleander Tea

Love is a dangerous brew.

It poisons hearts and creates relativisms 

steeped in dark corners few explore.

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I am a hypnotist... seducing ears with songs of love, songs of passion.


I am irresistable... twinkling eyes over the top of bad-boy smiles.


I am untoucable... reaching hands over red carpet trails.


I am a god... a royal in lands where there are no Kings.


I am Rockstar....

Seduction of Sadness

Sadness danced through our streets today. 


It caressed our unwitting faces and petted the tops of our hands...

A flirtation. A invitation.



Sadness flooded our ears with its divine melody today.


It pressed cocktails of sorrow against our lips...
Intoxicating are songs from an angel's broken heart.



Sadness asked me to dance today. 


Its hips swayed against mine, warm breath licking my neck...
Chills on my skin.


Sadness stole a tear from me today.

It offered me songs of prosperity, songs of abundance...

Forever I must cry.

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Caught in
My Own Ribbon

Teased by restraints that do not bind... 

Measured only by memories that have made me blind...

 Spoken words meant to cloud and confuse my mind...

I am tangled in my journey — a destination I cannot find...

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Why have we torn away our optimism, torn away our dreams? 

Left are the strips that bind us...
The strips that blind us.

Why has our climb become our suspension?

Hanging our humiliation in the world’s square...Dangling our vulnerabilities in the world’s air.

Why has our prosperity become our poverty?

Promised to be a home for our endless potential... Blinded and bound by the influential...

Last Fish

...ironic the last fish is a clown fish...

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Everyday I Wear Black

The black woman experience, How I see it:  

Our society likes to chose its losers—Those we slight those who we fight. 

Our society likes the grip of white hands around black wrists. Those we dominate—Those we eliminate.

Our society defines our desires based on a few—Those who take our power—Those whose hearts are sour.

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