#diamond sharp

[lifeinpoetry]

I’m leaving everything except myself. I’ll celebrate the mess. The deadly. What can’t be accounted for. Something has shattered and I have fallen into myself.

— Diamond Sharp, from "Celebrate," Super Sad Black Girl

[blackgirlmentalhealth]

My ADHD Diagnosis Took Nearly 30 Years – Member Feature Stories – Medium

I knew something was desperately wrong with my memory the morning I forgot to attend the first day of classes in my second year of grad school.

I wrote about the long road to my ADHD diagnosis for Medium.

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Open

Diamond stepped down from her throne, leaving for what felt like the first time all week. Her colonies provided natural resources for Homeworld and the many worlds their subjects inhabited, and now there were issues; it seemed a pirate band of Off Colors interrupted the flow of goods throughout the quadrant.

That wouldn’t do: they needed those resources to power the vehicles and computers connecting each world. Peridots needed the raw materials to create better systems and weapons for the quartz soldiers.

White attempted to do what she could from her end, but mostly what she could do was allocate additional resources and gems to beef up security along the supply lines, and express her displeasure that the pirates still roamed free. Were all of her soldiers so incompetent now that they couldn’t blast a single ship from the sky?

Diamond left her throne room and walked to stretch her legs. As she looked out into a window that surveyed her empire. In the reflection of the window, she saw another gem.

“Yes?” she asked.

[lifeinpoetry]

Tired

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— Diamond Sharp, from Super Sad Black Girl

[lifeinpoetry]

In Mourning

I’m in constant mourning of my previous self. I’m in constant mourning of my previous self. I’m in constant mourning of my previous self. I’m in constant mourning of my previous self. I’m in constant mourning of my previous self. I’m in constant mourning of my previous self. I’m in constant mourning of my previous self. I’m in constant mourning of my previous self. I’m in constant mourning of my previous self. I’m in constant mourning of my previous self. I’m in constant mourning of my previous self. I’m in constant mourning of my previous self. I’m in constant mourning of my previous self. I’m in constant mourning of my previous self. I’m in constant mourning of my previous self.

— Diamond Sharp, from Super Sad Black Girl

[lifeinpoetry]

I Can Be Sad in Public

It’s a blessing to lay oneself bare and celebrate the mess.

— Diamond Sharp, from Super Sad Black Girl

[lifeinpoetry]

Dear Crazy

I vacillate between feeling everything and nothing at all. If I told you that you’ve won would you leave me alone?

— Diamond Sharp, from Super Sad Black Girl

[lifeinpoetry]

Runaway

My brain taunts me. It takes twisted satisfaction in stopping me in the shower, on the subway. I’m suicidal more than I’m not. The silence will kill me if nothing else does. I’m terrified of people seeing you and me together, that they’ll run far, far away from both of us.

— Diamond Sharp, from Super Sad Black Girl