The Tragic Creative

I am a tragic creative. No, not distressed or sorrowful. I mean tragic in the way that mid-2000's teens insult you. I am sure you are too; trying to balance creative endeavors, taking care of your physical and mental health, and probably working a full-time job you don't love. I know I am supposed to [...]

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AwkAnxAvg 7: A Toast to the New Year

Knock, knock Is it still Monday? I was hoping to sleep until Wednesday. My room only lit by the screen saver of my laptop or the occasional update of my phone. Why I am awake? I set the agenda perfectly; I have both a comforter and a soft throw blanket. "What are you still doing [...]

Poem: Forget Me In the Headlines

You forgot my name already, Reduced me to my complexion. My skin, Mahogany, Caramel, Umber, Means I don't have a story. My body, Riddled with bullets, Beaten, Raped, Stolen, Cold, Lies within the earth. My spirit, Trapped. Justice, Non-existent. I had a purpose. I have a name. You don't use my name. To you, My [...]

The Things I Didn’t Say

I spend a lot of time sleeping because it's better than looking into your face or looking at myself and seeing disappointment. I feel confused and alone. You never listen to me. I understand what you're going through, more than you know. Those times where I hurt myself weren't all accidents. I feel like a [...]