Love knows Where it harrows; It knows where It bleeds. Love, it comes With a subtle forceful Push; not to make You forget what hurt But to heal it, and Help you feel a-new. Love, it knows Where the heart's been. ** © The Short Black Girl, 2016.
Here's a collaboration between myself and a friend. I saw those words "I am so riddled with injuries" on his pm and I made him do this poem with me. It's his first try at poetry, and I think this is not at all a bad start. Thanks Endaud for the inspiration, and for working [...]
In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "First Crush." I cant remember how it started, but there was a day, and there was lunch- caprisone and biscuit. I was seven or so, playing catcher (hide and seek) with a classmate during break when I think I bumped into him. He smiled, and my eyes would [...]
Happy new month to y’all. So yeah, I know it’s the 6th of July already buy hey Why, you're welcome! I’ve been a little off for a while now; partly because I have been lost on words to write, and also because I am working on Mr Meku (yeah, for those of you that saw [...]