Stood in front of my mirror and thought I’d live in my truth, not a pretty site but I discovered that sometimes the little lies I tell myself carry me through.
My latest piece.
I was raised to revel in my struggle, sometimes it tires me because so many believe in that one dimensional facet. This piece is me revealing another facet of my multiverse. Sometimes there is no beauty in the struggle.
So I’ve had the worst writers block, I’ve only managed to write the first stanza of a piece called fear. My perfectionism has never allowed me to share a raw piece with anybody, it’s not even cohesive at all. Throughout my blogging journey I’ve come to learn that you’ve got to keep writing. This is a new form of vulnerability for me. It is with in itself terrifying, but nonetheless here is the raw, imperfect first stanza of a piece I may never finish or never polish.
I see the way you lose your composure when you look at me I see the fear in your eyes Past the exhilaration Past the control you… Read more “Keep Up”
Humanity is a quiet confrontation Everyday it begs to exist It unfurls its limbs and waves at you from the writing on the wall It used to be… Read more “Humanity”
I need something that can imbibe all this hurt that isn’t death. How much would it cost me to give in to the rope that leads to… Read more “27”
This much is true You will never know what I sacrificed for you Fought conventions so I could stake my claim so 1990 could mean something This… Read more “This Much is True”