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too much playground for a beast

— jungle

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“my condolences to anyone who’s ever lost me and to anyone who got lost in me or to anyone who ever felt they took a loss with me. my apologies. for the misunderstanding or the lack thereof. i’m sorry you missed the God in me. and i’m sorry you missed the light. i’m sorry you forgot the way i arose like the moon, night after night. with the burden to forgive eager to feed you everything. see.. i’m a holy woman. i know what it’s like to give life to a being without ever needing to press skin against one another. i’ve practiced how to hold my tongue long enough, i’m afraid i forgot to say goodbye. i’m afraid you’re under the impression that i was made to please you. i was under the impression, you understood me better. the truth is, i’m a super woman. and somedays i’m an angry woman. and somedays i’m a crazy woman. for still waiting.. for still loving harder even if i’m aching. for still trusting that I’m still worth the most. for still searching for someone to understand me better.”

— Reyna Biddy (via reynabiddy)

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Maria Del Pilar, Joana Choumali, 2022.

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Will never get over them btw.

highcaliberhoney

I am as beautiful as I wish myself to be

I am as loving as I know myself to be.

I am as soft as I feel myself to be.

I am as worthy as I hope myself to be.

I am my own perception

I am my own dream

In the flesh.

highcaliberhoney

Paradise

The Love of My Life—

I’ll meet in Paradise,

It’ll be all the romance.

Long walks on the beach

At sunset—

Always playing in the sand.

Skipping each grain

Down the drain

Of our hourglass—

We want the the time to pass

Slowly,

As if our eternity is here—

And we’ve arrived holy.

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Baroque Sun

San Giorgio a Cremano, Campania, Italy

Photography by Vittorio Pandolfi, January 2020

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why not give it your all? why not love—in its purest form? why not bet on your entire existence? why not push the needle? why not kiss hard with tongue? why not live to tell the story? why not cuss like a sailor? why not fuck like you mean it? why not sing like mariah? why not care more than you need to? why not pray to all the god’s you know? why not share the good and the ugly? why not trip on the beauty of each and every star? why not be grateful for the little time we have left here?

untitled— december 28

Morning emerges, and I’m a dew drop on yesterday’s grass. It’ll still streak down my cheek to be ashed in a wildfire of worry tomorrow. I want to be healed in deliverance— to reinvent myself maybe? I want to meet slippery grounds that don’t know broken bones and one-day dead tree who don’t know burn. I’d give them more if I was a Creator. I’d let their embers stain me. I’d embrace the crazy. I’d let them live and die like they want to. I’d let them tell the same melancholy everyday. I’d tell them everything is theirs— nurture their nature in every crevice of me to honor every new day. And I do.

#black poetry #me