He so intricately described my female form.
A delicate delicacy of flowers in full bloom.
Scorned Lover(s)
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lust,
project 365,
sex
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I hope when you're fucking her, it's me that you feel
I hope the scent of my body overpowers hers
I smile because the taste of her lips could never match mine
She doesn't scream as loud
Or bite as softly
I know you still call out my name in your mind
I know you still call out my name in your mind
I wonder if she knows you like being kissed behind your earlobe
When she looks in your eyes
I hope your love doesn't intensify
For you and I have had something that couldn't be replaced
You leaving me was a mistake
You see, you'll find out when you're fucking her, not me
My Thoughts On People Whom Say: 'Natural Hair Is A Trend..'
In my most humble opinion:
The people who say ‘natural hair’ is a trend that I encounter daily are folks who don’t have natural hair.
Go figure.
I’m sorry but if you never took a razor or scissors to your hair whilst cutting off all your perm and don’t have natural hair. You can’t speak for me.
Natural hair is not a trend.
Black girls now have more access to black women on television & in the media whom made the big chop and are showing different representations of Natural Hair.
This includes women of all shades, tones, shapes, and ethnicity.
If you don’t have natural hair and did not endure the struggles I went through after having permed tresses for over 10 years and FINALLY having the strength to embrace the natural side of ME.
You sure of hell can’t speak for me.
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No one on this Earth possesses such strength,
courage, passion, bravery, love and swagger like the Black Man.
No one on this Earth possesses such strength, resiliency, compassion, understanding, love and beauty like the Black Woman.
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Reading love letters I never had the courage to send.
I press my back against the wall and imagine his voice whispering my words.
I wonder if he would have noticed the lined paper was full of tears and joy.
Black fingertips line the tips
Evidence of smeared makeup
I wonder if he would of felt the way I was feeling
Beautiful words masked desperation
In need of his sexual healing
It was appeasing — to me
These boxes full of letters that would never reach the intended receiver
I surrendered countless times
