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Which wolf will you feed? The savage beast or the angelic being…

At the age of 11 I had already grown to be pessimistic about life. I sat in the counselor’s office and remember telling her, “I always feel like I’m waiting for the second shoe to drop”. Life can be so good but there isn’t enough sugar to stop the metallic taste from reaching your taste buds. 

At the age of 15 I was distraught my mind and mouth were unionized to fight even if there wasn’t a war. I’m about to be 22 years old and still feel like the little girl who couldn’t trust the universe. I can say it’s even worse now because I feed myself optimism to drown out the part of me that needed to feel secure. Like big shit getting dismissed because we are all just humans trying to figure out which way to go. I sometimes wonder to myself... which wolf is more me?

The wolf who despises, burns bridges and criticizes. The one who as soon as they feel threatened starts throwing grenades and doesn’t care if the whole world burns after. The wolf that has pleasure in spiteful laughter. 
 The Savage beast is intensely bonded in my nature. Call it my mama don’t love me and daddy never knew me. Call it that nigga has his hands wrapped so tight around my throat I can’t breathe! Call it you aint never goanna be nobody! Call it roman noodles struggle food, call it hustle niggas we need toilet paper, clothes and shoes. Call it you a slut I know you been down to that planned parenthood. Call it I know you trying to go to school, but you can’t stay here no more. I don’t have to rewind too far to remember all the hate.

That godly angelic being flows within me but only if I give her chance to breath. She is that hello, goodbye and I hate to see a grow man cry let’s give it another try, she’s got that sweetness to her that would almost make her seem dumb, but it’s just installed for her to be giving, understanding and forgiving. I haven’t seen much of her lately. I think the savage beast hates her because it was that optimistic side that caused her to fight. It was the pureness that made it easier for the world to steal from her. Now the savage beast is guarding Bri. I can’t let no one steal my peace.  I need each wolf to be fed equally.

Equilibrium may the universe plant my back on my feet I need the history. I need all parts of me.

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No doggy Zone

Could you turn off the dog in you off for just a second? Fishing for fish but you are not able to see the real goddess before you! Baby a blessing😜 How many of my nights ruined by arrogance😭 Thinking honestly why cant you just cherish this...  Cherish the chatter the laughter the moments that are genuine😁 the thought of some one lusting about what was between my legs, what was behind my back and what was placed on my chest. Dude really! You are a mess! There is more too me than sexiness. Could you just turn the dog in you off for just a second! I want a mutual attraction, An every week interaction(everyday gets boring too quick) I’m sorry I’m not looking for temporary satisfaction. If you would just turn down your testosterone a bit, and look at me with nothing but the eagerness to learn about me and my brain full of shit maybe we could make something worth the wild and be lit😂😂

My BLACK IS

My black is beautiful. My black is powerful. My black is intellectual and spiritual. 
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My black is a song: a rhythmic blues. My black is strong and unapologetic. My black is love and hate tied bitterly sweet.
My black is pleasurably pain. My black is momentum, my black is silently pleasant and loudly intolerable. My black is deep like blue and curvy like spoons. My black is still water and moving tides. My black is closely and remotely Beautiful.

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