Collection of My Short Stories/Poetry

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Strange Love

We were instantly transformed into more than sudden eye locked strangers Not knowing when Not knowing how

Here we were holding on to the pain of our pasts not realizing our dangers Our hearts yearning Our souls stumbling

The uncontrollable understanding of needing satisfaction Both instantly and longterm

Our paths intertwined as we try to tug them away Choking each other with one hand on the rope and the other covering our eyes 

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Ode To All The Pretty Brown Girls

Pretty brown girl you are more than an exotic getaway your sands deserve more than a tourists toes to be dug in your waves crashing down against the earth,  that sends vibrations between land and sea deserve to be felt

Pretty Brown Girl you are more than a bridge you are more than a walkway to carry a hopeless soul from one end to another beginning more than footsteps shuffling, scattering, and stumbling on top of you while trying to find their way

Pretty Brown Girl you are more than the melanin that's in your skin more than the sass that leaves your lips more than the raised brow, that questions every statement more than the ways your hips sway when you walk more than a mother, to your sisters; to your brothers more than a truth speaker, with eyes wide open to the fallacies in life

Pretty Brown Girl

You are more We are more

We are so much more than just a pretty brown girl

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Yes we are 😏 #womenwhoreadaredangerous #newobsession #moretomycollection #womenaredangerouscreatures

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i Live

I live for my family

          because the pain still lingers from every hug, laugh, or smile we exchange

I live for those who know me

          because I don't want to emotionally impact another life just so they can              question their own

I live for my siblings

          because raising them, gave me the closest thing to what a mother can                feel

I live for my unborn child

          because Lord knows I've tried, and tried and tried

I live for those that had sneaked their way into my heart

          because they made the impossible possible

I live for those who need help living

         because one day, I might live for me too

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Self love and self acceptance...a constant battle for all. Love this so much ☺️🙏🏼 #poetry #yesterdayiwasthemoon #noorunnahar #latestobsession #selflove #selfacceptance

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Chance

Are the tingles, just tingles? Are the quick look aways, just look aways?

Agreeing to an unsaid notion of intimacy blockading the truth behind my words

So, why do you stare? Why is the feeling of something made out of nothing feel like the night of deadly sin? And, why does your lack of subtly dip into the pool of my temper? But then, creates the force of air that leaves your lips to finesse over my mind like wax coating over my thoughts So, are the tingles, just tingles? Or am I just a quick look away from being looked away

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You smell of Sin and Forgiveness

H. Mamea

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Maple Leaves

Bright red glowed through her eyelids, and slowly did she flutter them open. She found herself waking under a large maple tree that smelled of apricots, and was surrounded by autumn leaves. As she stretched out her limbs, the crinkle of leaves filled her ears. Slowly she gathered herself upright and noticed that it must only be mid-afternoon due to the position of the sun being directly above her. As she continued to survey her surroundings, she could not help but question herself where she had decided to take an afternoon nap. She was surrounded by nature. Trees with trunks that were as wide as a car and leaves that were of orange and brown slowly starting to fall off the branches just to show everyone the time of the year. To her left was a small playground that clearly had seen better days, and to her right was a small one way street with a small convenience store in the corner. Strangely there were no children playing on the playground, no cars driving on the one-way street, nor does anyone going in or out of the small convenience store.

The young lady gathered her belongings, notebook, and pencil, and decided to venture deeper into the strange city that she unconsciously stumbled upon. She walked out of the playground area and dusted the crinkled leaves off of her pants and bottom. She continued straight through a slim opening of a wired fence that barricaded the playground and then immediately stepped onto paved concrete. The road seemed newly laid due to the faint smell of tar that lingered. One foot in front of the other; she continued to progress towards the convenience store. 

The girl could hear birds chirping, and the wind blowing through the trees but still, she could not hear any human noises. As she decreased the distance between herself and the store, she could start to make out the signs being hung through its windows. The obvious open sign was the biggest taking up majority of the window space. Beneath the open sign, you can see smaller posters side by side covering up the remaining space of the window. She can't quite make out what they say but you can definitely see a picture with writings underneath. She moved 10 steps closer and then she stopped. She can see what is on the posters. It's her. She can see her face with the larger “Missing Person” typed right above the photo. “Missing?” She thought. “How can I be missing? I've never been to this town, and I'm right here in front of this store. There has been no harm done to me. What is going on?”

Her confusion plagued her mind and caused her to run straight for the store. The two large double doors separated instantly after recognizing her movement. Flustered, her breathing started to quicken and shorten. Immediately she knew no one was in the store. Running raggedly through the aisles hoping someone might have been crouched low, she grew even more confused. “Hello?” she said aloud. No answer.

“Hello!” she yelled.

“Whats the matter chile?” questioned, what sounded like an older southern woman's voice. The young girls' breathing quickly deepened. She started to turn towards the voice and answer,

“I'm l-

“Are you lost?” The older lady questioned. As the girl fully turned toward the voice, a black silhouette was reaching out towards her to comfort her and like a flash, the silhouette disappeared. The girl jumped back in shock and her breathing began shortening once more. Panic started to creep into her body. Her chest started tightening, her head started spinning, she felt as if she were going to vomit. 

Then she feels a warm nudge on her arm. Then another nudge but in a rocking motion, and she can softly hear someone saying, “Lexis...Lexis wake up.” Her eyes bolted open and completely startled her sister, Ali. “Jeez, don't wake up so creepy.” Ali told her with a hint of agitation and added, “Mom said dinners ready and that you shouldn't fall asleep with the TV on.” Ali walked out of Lexis's room and Lexis was washed with relief. It was just a dream. She slowly stretched and she heard a crinkle come from under her. She lifted her bottom and pulled out a leaf breaking apart. Her breathing began to shorten again as she quickly ran towards her window, it is winter in Boston, Massachusetts.

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Siege

Who said you could climb inside these walls?        These hollow, non-insulated, unsupported walls Who said you can come in here and build your home?        Lay down a foundation of trust and warmth

Get out of me        I don't want it

Can't you see that these walls have holes?        No matter how much fire you burn, they will never be warm

Who said you can speak inside these walls?        Sound doesn't exist here I don't mean to be crass but, these walls don't need you

See, look what you've done.        Now you can't seem to find your way out.  

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Breathe

Breathe in, breathe out

Hide

He's coming

Under the bed, hurry!

Steps getting closer, getting louder

Breathe in, breathe out

Close your eyes

No! Open them

Where is he?

I can't hear him

Don't move

Breathe IN

Breathe OUT

Heart's racing

Heart's pounding

Brown boots by the door

Don't move

Breath in

Don't Breathe out

Boots turn away from the door

Now, breathe out

No! Too soon

Can't breathe in

Cannot breathe out

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In Her Own World

Her thin long black hair whips through the air as she plants her feet back into position after hitting the volleyball straight down the opposing's left side of the court. All she can think about is swinging faster and hitting harder. She is too concentrated on the next play and she doesn't seem to realize the remaining 5 players on the court. Although the bleachers are packed with adoring fans from all around the state, they are non-existent to Jamie. The court was polished that morning and the smell of evergreen mint still lingered just above the ground. The banners and cheering make it hard for even a deaf person to ignore but Jamie is in her own little world and no one is allowed to enter when she is in her world.  

She serves next. She wipes her shoes on the insides of her calves so her yellow gum pasted court shoes are restored to their original grip promise. A forward toss in the air, 3 steps plus a jump equals a perfect jump serve. Her team huddles in together for a team cheer but Jamie is still in her world. In Jamie's world, there is no crowd, there is no team; only the ball and herself. She watches the ball as if easy prey to kill. She knows her boundaries of how far she needs to scoot up or how far she needs to step back without receiving any penalties from reality.

Lost within her world Jamie is safe. She has no limits but the limits she has already placed on herself. "Jaime!" a voice far away is calling her "Jaime! High C!" she hears the voice like a whisper in her ear and understands what she is supposed to do. She takes three large steps in a run, squats low with arms pulled back to give her more velocity for the jump, and she soars into the air. In her own world, all she could see is the ball. Her hand meets it and she can feel the stinging sensation she loves to endure on her sweaty palms. But, something within her made her sick. 

She felt her body slowly come back down to the physical earth she was bound to. Silence. "Where's the ball?" she questioned out loud. No response. The sickness rolled in her stomach once more almost making her drop to her knees. She lifted her head and realized that she was alone on the court. Slowly she lifted her nauseous body until she was steady on her feet and then realized that the whole gym was empty. No one on the bleaches, no adoring fans, and no one there to tell her to do her special move. 

Instead of the banners and the newly polished court, the floorboard was shredded into strips of chaos and the banners were hanging on the walls by a thread. The whole gymnasium could fall apart if Jaime breathed a little too hard. The queasiness lodged in her stomach began to grow by the second. Soon the pain became too intense her Jaime to handle. Plop! Jaime's body finally gives out and she becomes unconscious on the ground. 

Time passes by and gradually Jaime becomes conscious once again. She finds herself surrounded by the perfect world of her and the ball. She dusts herself and gets back into receiving position so she can make the best defensive play. Jaime is stuck in her own world. She has no limits but the limits she has already placed on herself.

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We're quite intimate, the darkness and I

Me