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Dear Poetry Family I need help this morning.... I've been a poet for 2 years and my worst fear is I would become too emotionally involved with each piece I write... Is it me or has the content of our poems gotten sadder with all that's going on in the world... My tears are so Raw my sight is clouded by salty water seamlessly never ending smearing the ink on the page..... My pens in a Rage as I write about what the world has come to.... I'm feeling numb.... And I know its Dumb that I’m crying.... But inside I’m dying and I cant Breathe…. I’m trying to make sense of it all... I just cant understand how this could be...... Am I the only one..... No Seriously Am I the only one that cries…. I cry as I write about a pandemic and no cure and I’m unsure if tomorrow is only a day Away….. This not knowing... this uncertainty certainly has Me emotionally torn Its hurting me to think we'll just fade away..... I’m so consumed by my tears that the song cry me a river seems stupid to me now that I’ve cried an ocean my hearts torn wide open….. I cry for George who bears the same last name as I do Floyd.... I’m annoyed and I’m pained that another black mother has to bury her black son because racism still exist.. I’m pi**ed that this Man.... No!!! This Animal. Because that word would be giving him too much respect…… I’m pi**ed that this Animal disguised in a police office uniform took a oath to serve and Protect could have the audacity to viciously cause bodily harm to another unarmed subdued black man by placing his knee in his neck. I Cant Breathe either distant cousin…… And I don’t know if were Family But pain can have you so emotionally connected that blood no longer bears any importance on how were related…. Who ya momma is. Not important….. Who my mama is….. Not important… Nor is genealogical backgrounds and bloodlines… what’s important is how this Pain….. This Tragedy which is so sad to me…. has us all related…… relating on Some deeper sh*t……

🌞🎼🎤When I wake up in the morning.🎼.
I’m grateful for another day… Another day to feel the Sun shining through my window pane kissing me Softly caressing the melanin in the Skin that I’m in….This Subtle foreplay in the morning feels So right… warm kisses from the Sunlight…. comforting… Soothing… I know these kisses don’t lie…. The Sun is reminiscent of what good love feels like morning noon and night….I’m caught up in the rapture of Love.... The Sun is the only promise un Spoken and never broken that when She leaves me at the peak of her day She truly means what She Says when She says. She'll be back in the morning…..

Me pen is so inspired❗

Fear not the unknown because god knows best....

Through these trying times I want everyone that follows and support me to stay safe and prayed up