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AGE:
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LOC: Abilene, TX
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: July 19
LOC: Abilene, TX
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: July 19
I am a black barbie with a petite but wide frame. Wide hips, smooth lips I am known for my name. I am eccentric and wild with knowledge on my tongue. I am bold and determined with powerful breath in these lungs. A voice of power indeed, I speak the sound truth. I don’t need to back my words because my actions are proof. I don’t need validation, no confirmation or such. No condemnating accusation, I don’t need you for a crutch. I am a peacemaker, a mediator just to name a few. I am a dreamer, a leader, let me do what I do. I am a sistah, a poet, and I’m livin free. A veteran of withstanding oppression. Each new situation is just a lesson to keep my enemies guessin. I will walk this path set aside for me. The reality is: there’s no room fo…
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Temperament uncharted Deep and strong runs my waters Often too deep for the shallow I laugh as they choke and swallow My Truth Regurgitating my essence Into the ambience of my thick atmosphere Pulsating with rhythm through your hemisphere I am the waters that flow through your subconscious Ignored like the puddles you step over But in time I will rise Like the flood waters of Bible times I invite you, beseech you Come swim in my submission and be filled
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The gears of love turn quickly to doom like a flower blooms Then fades as it searches in vain for rain All the while hoping for a better result One that doesn’t yield hastily like a moist pillar of salt I still maintain that it was not my fault Yet and still I feel the twinge of pain As love escapes me again
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Most women dream of a prince who will rescue them But I’m the one who needs to be rescued Only problem is that in my world princes don’t exist Chivalry is dead All that remains is the fragmented ruins of romance The broken promises that criss-cross the heart of the wounded lover I and this wounded lover are intertwined Even now, my heart still lies shattered like broken glass Forever casting my soul’s reflection with immense clarity Soul now exposed like gazing into the Caribbean blue There i...
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A rose beaten and weltered by the sun Leaves tattered by the hand of time Left in the ashes of ruin to dance no more In the flittering glow of the moon No longer bowing to the wind’s invisible majesty Its fragrance no longer lingering its perfume As the dust settles all that is left is me The birth of a new era of beauty Subtle, yet everlasting
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Unmovable unshakable Focused energy as I contemplate what to do With the mess that I call life Starving to live Hungry for growth as time creeps on Willing to explore But intent on maintaining a strong sense of who I have come to be Unwilling to loose sight of how far I’ve come Or simply what it means to just be me What now I wonder Where does this journey lead? Hopefully to a place of epiphany Where the jagged pieces of my puzzle unite In this very place Purpose is born and harnessed Thus gi...
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I must say that the imagery used to portray this story is captivating. I myself have never experimented with drugs, but through your illustration I could come to grips with the sanity and insanity found within the world of chemical dependence. I was impressed by how much it all begin to make sense for me. The clarity that most would find in living drug free is the clarity a drug user would find while high. I know many who have experimented with drugs, but i could never understand their logic....
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I like this piece, but am not sure if I am interpreting it the way you may have intended. I saw the wolves as your sexual desire for your lover. Again, this may not be what you intended. It is in the calmness of the moonlight that ignites the wolves. I love that the beat of the drums helps force the story on at a quickened pace. The beat itself felt to me like the poem's pulse as you clumsily search for her in the shadows to no avail. It is the pulse that compels the reader to read on. Passio...
I like it. It has good rhythm while still using complex phrases. People tend to concentrate on the basics of rhyme (kite, bite, sight),but often skip on the complexity of the topic and the unfolding of the scene. You have a good balance of ryhthm and idea. I feel it is well written and an honest look at being a servant. It is a life filled with ups, downs, frustration, joy, and short-comings. I believe there is a little bit of all of this within this piece. well done.
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Overall I like the story. I think you really captured the nonchalant essence of the captain. He is a "been there, done that, seen it all" kind of guy and I believe you conveyed that attitude throughout the story. In fact each gesture, thought, or word spoken by him makes the reader feel him. I couldn't feel remorse for the assasinated rebel because I was in the captain's head. This death was merely all in a days work. Thats that. As you mentioned above it is rather short. I dont think that yo...
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