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My BLACK IS


My black is beautiful. My black is powerful. My black is intellectual and spiritual. 
My black is white, brown, green, yellow, and purple. My black Is universal; a movement to the moon. 
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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The Help

Belong To Me

 I am comfortable with the fact that no one belongs to me. It makes the challenge for love so much more sweet. The idea that someone is with you because they choose to be, is what makes it honorable even through those moments of misery.  I love, love, but can be complacent in such a fantasied daydream. I fight wars within myself to pull me back down to what I find as a rude awakening .  Some will find it odd that with all I have been through I still have the will to be so optimistic on a world that's shown me, the crooked and exposed me to some of mankind's ugliest ways. There aren't very many people who fearlessly  dream, tirelessly believe, or know how to balance transparency. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Belong to me because you want too. Wear my love like armor every where you go.  Choose me because its frees you, don't break my heart because it will always be yours. Be

Scars of the Empath

 Can someone tell me how to get rid of these soul ties? "I'm so tired of being alone, I'm so tired of on-my-own" Feeling all like Al Green. The exchange of many men's dark disreputable energy for my high hungered spirit. Trapped in a daze of, "This wasn't how it was supposed to be" Scars of the empath. A tattoo of twisted misogyny.  The scares of an empath unhealed. Clean cuts so deep that any narc can spot the subtle creases of weakness beneath the surface of the strongest composer. Asking questions like, "Why are  you such a loner? You must of been hurt real bad. "I wont do those things to you, I'm not the men from your past"  Tearing down the walls of security with gentle words and soft cradles in midnight therapy. All to gain the trust of the one you cant wait to see bleed. I bend and break trying to rationalize the way a narcissist think Because I know I gave all I had in me. I placed my heart in the hope of being the women of

Bell’s Denial 🛎

I was standing in stardust with you, my love. I embraced your shortcomings, found comfort in your flaws and laid down my boundaries to hear your heart.  Me and you both bold, hardheaded lovers cut from the same worn clothe. My headache and my medicine all tied in one. My mysterious man, the one who speaks with force, who loves me but not enough. Who turns me in and out, my soiled roots trying to gage  through the reach of your flaring snout. I desire you. My prideful gem, who turns me on, with intellectual exchanges, cute smirks, and a hint of blush from my mind piercing remarks. You turn me on, your energy bouncing all around me, levitating me to places  unseen.  Oh but how you turn me off. Your ego doesn’t leave any space for me. You deny me,  crushing my spirit and leave me completely drained. You put me on trial, and give no option for a reasonable penalty. My redemption could never be fully paid. You left me with no choice but to stay guilty.  My friend, my love, my twin flame you