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17 Sep

Stockholm Revisted

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I know a group of women. You may know them too. You might be them.   We daydream the lonely nights away, eulogizing a love that once was, keeping our loneliness company with nostalgia, chasing a memory of a shadow under which we once rested our tiresome souls and dreaming of kisses that would...
11 Jun

Period.

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11 years old. I saw the red that painted my favourite pair of panties. The white one, with the pink polka dots. Stained. My eyes filled with fear. Mom’s eyes filled with joy. An anxious feeling flowed through my body. “Today, you are a woman.” She told me. I suddenly was not so scared...
26 Mar

Flowers

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You gave me flowers. I remember; It was our first date. “Peonies, your favourite.” You told me. We picnicked amongst the flowers. I remember; We felt like young children playing in the flower beds. Our relationship blossomed, We must have looked like flowers to the flowers. It was our first anniversary. You gave me...
31 Dec

Lost and Finding

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cigarettes stale. I coughed out the feeling of you as I exhaled, and found myself lost in a cloud of cigarette smoke that spelt out your name. messages in bottles. I drank it to the bottom, and found myself lost in a sea of dizzy, I found a letter that read something like “I...
16 Nov

You Don’t Know Me

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You say you know me. You say my touch reminds you of the first rainfall after a cold and dry winter. But if you really knew me, you’d know that even the softest drizzle can turn into the harshest hail storm. Stone cold ice, leaving dents in everything it touches. You say you know...
02 Oct

Little Black Girls

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You’re a little black girl and upon your head lies glorious kinks and curls. Look at the glow in your brown skin, but for some that might be considered a sin. The Barbie dolls don’t look quite like you. The Disney Princesses don’t look quite like you, And for a moment, you start to...