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Poem: They Were Just.
Read more: Poem: They Were Just.He was just. Trying to get home. He was just. Asking for help after a car accident. She was just. Driving to her new job. She was just. Sleeping in her bed next to her beloved. She was just. Playing video games with her nephew. He was just. Jogging to stay healthy in order to…
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Poem: Freedom Dance
Read more: Poem: Freedom DanceLove and Liberation are divine and intimate Dance Partners. Their bond reaches beyond time, space and circumstances.
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The Poem I Will Never Write
Read more: The Poem I Will Never WriteYou will forever be that forbidden poem that I will never write, but whose words will dance and sing in my heart. I will go on to write many pieces, for that is what makes me feel connected to humanity. But that poem is sacred…
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Prose: The Audacity to Prevail
Read more: Prose: The Audacity to Prevail“…As we breathe in what has been, we exhale into existence the blessings, the power and the audacity to prevail…”
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Poem: When Our Good Will Snaps
Read more: Poem: When Our Good Will SnapsIt is hard to watch when our Good Will snaps. When the Rocky storms of life collide come in like a flood agitating pain and fueling ego-informed decisions.
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Hold on to THIS Receipt!
Read more: Hold on to THIS Receipt!Excerpt: “May the person named reclaim that they and the generations that are to come are free and can continue to live from a place of liberation, health, love, prosperity and bountiful joy.”
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Poem: Beauty Cannot Kill It
Read more: Poem: Beauty Cannot Kill ItDearest Duchess.I hope you see It.I hope you see It clearly now.That thing.That thing that beauty cannot kill.You assumedas many of us havethat once they encounteredyour poiseand Gracethat you would no longer have to face It.Not there.Not in a royal place.Not with the entire world in your face watching.Not with the paparazzi gawking. As they began talkingyou…
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Poem: She Who Names the Flames
Read more: Poem: She Who Names the FlamesWhat you couldn’t comprehend was the fact that those very same flames were the very exact same ones my Ancestors taught me to tame.
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Poem: Love is Our Reality
Read more: Poem: Love is Our RealityWhat happens when the warmth of a new day, a new joy, a new will emerges? Emerges and re-minds and re-members and re-calls us back to love? Re-news our minds and re-minds us that we are loved?
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What Are the Stories of Your Petals?
Read more: What Are the Stories of Your Petals?As I hear Tupac’s truth through his beautiful metaphor of the rose that grew from concrete, while taking in both Nikki’s associated poem and the quote about change; I am led to the only question I have for us: What are the stories of your petals?
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Poem: She Stays
Read more: Poem: She StaysShe stay creating transforming destruction into art. She stay owning what she does and all that she is and stay giving from her heart.
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Are You Tired of Wearing a Mask?
Read more: Are You Tired of Wearing a Mask?Maya Angelou’s words found me when I was 15-years-old and have traveled life with me for more than three decades. I have long admired her brilliance with words. However, it was the way she was able to write herself back into her personhood (while living a very colorful and well textured life) that made me…
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