Exhausted each day
After education of a
Different kind
Learning the ropes while
Pulling them close to me
I am breaking into a
New life, Circe on a deserted island
Hopeful
Encouraged
And determined
This gift of newness
Sprinkles itself all over
A seeking body–vengeful by default
Freeing me of worry
And despair, turning me loose into the wild
Pressure An Audio Poem
It is the pressing pulse
of a whisper that
knows no birth
the guise, cloaked in
nightlife, tucked in lies,
a play on little more than less
of what you had yesterday and
more than less of what you need
for tomorrow
your new adventure,
categorized in “Lifestyles”
only to be forgotten
next year
pressure–the underdog
and overweight extension
of a life you wish you
had, but know you
will never get
Today, my Mother asked
me if I ever had suicidal
thoughts and I nodded
“Yes”.
I glanced in Jernee’s direction,
hinting that she’s the reason
I am still alive.
The reason why
I did not
could not leave
this world before
I am called.
I watched my Mom
“What If” me without
opening her mouth and
I said,
“But, I am here, Mom.
I choose to
live.
Winter will not relent. This is her warpath, her uncommon ground, her means to an end. Spring is holding on. Will he win the fight?
A Cornered Gurl 
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