It’s funny that silence can hurt your ears. But I guess your ears aren’t any different than your heart.
Your Silence Is HURTING My Ears
Because this just touched me in a way I didn’t think it would. I understand. I relate. Maybe you can or did, too, at some point in your life.
Pay Belladonna a visit. You will not be disappointed.
Peace and blessings.
Thanks to my dear friend, Tre, for hosting this challenge! Before the pandemic, I wasn’t aware that so many people would miss physical contact with others. How could I not have known something so obvious? By not having thought about it before. I have a bad tendency to scoff at people who are touchy-feely. The […]
Out of Touch – Pandemic Haibun Challenge — Becoming Unstuck
Many of you have seen my post here about the Pandemic Haibun Challenge that’s currently underway in my publication, A Cornered Gurl via Medium. Above is a response to it from a writer here in our WordPress community, Magarisa. Mags is a dear friend of mine; we don’t need to speak every single day or week or month, but we are linked to one another in a way that cannot be described. We always meet back up in the middle, and it’s a beautiful thing.
I follow her for the peace she possesses, her love of language and sharp imagery, and her ability to single-handedly murder a writing prompt.
I am not a fan of America’s Got Talent. I do not watch the show, but I have a very close friend who shares videos of performances with me she believes I’ll love. She is ALWAYS RIGHT.
This performance led me to view the video not just once, but multiple times. The pure joy that shot through my body while watching these beautiful young ladies give their gift to the hosts and to the crowd is unmatched and cannot be described.
This is definitely a Black Joy moment. And my heart is so full right now and happy.
*Black Joy is …
Black Joy possesses a range that is boundless and is not easily defined.
The most accurate definition is:
Black Joy is anything that inspires, supports, and uplifts Black culture.
this dated system
works for melanin-challenged
liars on the stand
there is no justice
for the black man or woman
there never will be
it’s easy when you
have what they are looking for
you get off scot-free
The American “criminal” justice system is an effing joke. How one can be absolved of all wrong-doing when it’s clearly present and lives have been lost because of it is a constant mind-blowing thing to me. But, really . . . I’m not shocked. Re: The Kyle Rittenhouse verdict.
What in you says you actually love when it doesn’t seem so? How is it you can say you love someone when you don’t call, text, write, or haven’t heard their voice in years? Why would you say you love people even though nothing about your actions suggest this is true? Love is action, what are you doing to prove you truly love someone?
What?! Do you know what love is? Do you know what it takes to love another? Can you even try?
It’s time to stop using a word you aren’t actually using. Be real about what you do and don’t do.
Be real about who you are to others. Get to know the person in the mirror staring back at you. Love doesn’t need you lying on or about it. Stop using love.
pretty, gifted girls
sweet and sexy things,
little Johnny from Price & 5th
ogles at their curves in
fitted jeans and we stand
as one, waiting for him to
pass us by.
“he’s nasty, with his old self.”
claudia is the first to mouth
her disgust with little Johnny.
I wave in his direction, shout
at him to get in front of us
and stay off our block.
he knows the crew from around-the-way
will slice him up good for
even blinking at us or
crowding our space.
word on the street is, he’s had his
tongue butchered for whistling
at donnicka five years ago.
“he better get on around that
corner if he knows what’s good for him.”
we form a line, kick our
kicks up on the stoop, and
throw our wishes up
to the sun.
we wait for God to
make our dreams come true.
A Cornered Gurl 
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