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AGE:
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LOC: Carrboro, NC
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: November 12
LOC: Carrboro, NC
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: November 12
I became a member recently and love how brutally honest the readers are on this site.
I’ve been a poet for thirteen years, however, only recently have I started to consider publishing my work. I’ve started my own ePublishing company, Imara Ushairi Publishing co., which means strong verse/poetry in Swahili. I am working on three different projects, one is a poetry chapbook filled my heartbreak series, weathered warriors, and autobiographical prose piece, called “Naked Broken Dreams, Liquid Passion & Other Musings.” I also hope to have a performance CD out later this year, and last I plan on performing a lyrical prose piece by December. Good times!
Also, I plan on starting an online writers community for African American women writ…
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My wrists hurt and I could taste sawdust. Weird. Naturally, I opened my eyes and what lay before me was my fury. Ten dead one alive. He stared hard and flecks of love shined through. This stupid bastard thinks He loves me. Great! Maybe I could use it to my advantage. Even though the pain of the ropes around my wrists was starting to get to me, I managed to look around the spacious condo without looking around the condo. Only ten steps to the front door and I would be free of Him. I came here...
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African goddess don’t you know how to lift your head thousands of years worth of fears nestled inside of a trained mind eyes yearning to see what others witnessed on grassy knolls you sweetly surrender to his intoxicating lust rolling your round hips to trick him into obeying your unconscious star-kissed wishes he never eats the funny fruit of your words, but you take each lash from his venomous speech he becomes Anis, pushing you further from your full grace he lulls women like you to...
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Baby Girl's eyes like fire, hiding all of your desires fresh from his kissing bruises faltering all on the line I ask myself, "do you love yourself" twisting his lies into truths is the only rule you follow brown, round eyes look back at me dazed into a lovers stupor it's only a matter of time before he snakes back into your thighs your solid heavy butt flings itself until horrible situations and you invite us to be spectators of your beautiful destruction immobilized we all stare a...
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I allowed him to drink all of me. OD-ing on the sweet nectar of my innocence, I, hoping to find my greater glory between his thighs, gladly continuing the illusion. As he pushes the pink folds aside. I naively wanted to wrap your weak wings around my shoulders. Brushing the tiny coarse hairs to plunge your tongue deeper. He lapped up each tremble to experience my full disgrace. Faithfully I let him game me, as he caressed the soft sides of my inner thighs. I made his every move liquid as my ...
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A desolate world is where I grew up. Good girl gospel rejected for lust. Jay Z said, “Once a good girl is gone she’s gone forever.” I wish I could mourn with him forever. My flesh seared from partaking in my own oblivion. Chastity ripped away by my own willing hands. Those were the days my eyes were bright, large, and round with desires delight. Hungrily, I feasted on the devil’s plan. Refusing to acknowledge how my soul reached his twisted hands. I couldn’t see what I needed to see, even th...
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Your line breaks kept me pulled in,i.e."The floor was never soft and your hands were never clean. Still" Captured my attention and you maintained this flow throughout the rest of the poem. However, the last two lines are not as gripping because the story ends too abruptly. Perhaps a couple more lines detailing how you ended up with the disillusionment/feelings of lost would broaden the last stanza. Your word choices are quite interesting, i.e., "Beer-breathed and backbiting" did a great job o...
I love the first sentence because it defin grabs me and pulls me in, however, "like most of my friends were back then" is a great line but I wish you would establish the time period sooner. Of even during this line. Either describe some article of clothing or some kind of music to help me know when this takes place. I like the conversations and dialogue because they felt real. It would be great to get more descriptions of the surroundings and of your characters. I want to know what you and Mi...
"In kindergarten I didn’t like my kindergarten teacher"...I don't think you need the repetition here you can simply say my teacher. I think the you do have a lot of interesting moments to your story and the character is someone you want to know, however, I feel as if I’m denied that because were not enough details in the piece. I believe the first 2 paragraphs if divided concerning topic could be several paragraphs of information. It’s as if you gave us a glance of your life. This could work ...
I think this is a great poem, however, if you want to make it richer and deeper you can. I believe that your word choices are fine and that your imagery is strong. You clearly write out the speaker/character. Depending on what you want to do with this I believe that the use of more metaphors will help this piece shine more. You do a great job including word play, but I think using more would provide great layers to your piece.
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