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Never a Champagne Toast
I walk into the room and it reeks like demons. There’s a chill in the air, the climate is heavy, dense with an invisible energy. I can tell that the devil has already preceded me. And I swear what’s with the Lemonade?! A bitter green slimy liquid nestling in a bowl?! Never a Champagne toast […]
Read MoreAwakening
It’s a full moon over the horizon, the Party is losing control, proles are out running loose sipping lattes in hippie cafes and lounging by the Pacific Ocean with their gadgets running their own shows. A kick from a strange virus was just the catalyst for the proles to disrupt the system, an awakening moment […]
Read MoreB.R.O.K.E.N
Little I knew Satan wanted me broken. He threw powder into my eyes and kept me drunk, lost into a ring of confusion so he could feed on my brokenness if not he would die of starvation. Piece by piece he wanted to finish me whole until there was nothing left but the skeleton and […]
Read MoreLonging for a Stroll by the Seashore
I enjoy gatherings but spare me the suffocation. I fare not well with intrusion. I long for a quiet evening of introspection or a stroll by the seashore and my satisfaction relies not on external validation. I need my serenity for my sanity, not the agitation. And overstimulation only brings me aggravation. A self-sustainable lover […]
Read MoreCradle Lie
Since the cradle a brown girl learned talking to oneself was a sign of insanity and insanity was next to ungodliness. For the sake of her tribe she had to be whole and she was not to go around shouting ghosts under the full moon. Else, she would be tagged or cast out. Unless they […]
Read MoreGame of Fools
How many times do I get to play pool with fools and toast a glass with the ghoul? Or did my little dimple betray you, Jules? God may have created me a fine jewel with a divine smile but he made me no fool. We can put on our shades and play cool but we […]
Read MoreMy Mother’s Achilles’ Heel
Hell, death, my mother could bravely face. Her greatest fear was for the island’s wolves to feast on her babies or for her to leave her children orphans to suffer in the hands of strangers. So day after day, she bargained with Satan. Instead of constantly quarreling with the devil, she bit her tongue, gathered […]
Read MoreThe Dance we Dance
Time and again, I ponder why spend my precious hours with companies that do not align with my divine purpose and who only serve to disturb my felicity. Is it worth the gloom that weighs on my spirit following after? And the dance we dance in the tangled web of kinship— an orchestra built not […]
Read MoreI Crave a Renaissance: A New Year’s Wish
I Crave a Renaissance It’s ironic, almost troublesome to watch the adulation, the displaced worshiping of the tragedy of the old servitude. ‘Wonder if the constant rehearsal of my wounded past is to glorify my roots or gratify the egos of the former slaves’ masters. I must clap along and pretend I am being amused […]
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