AnAfroPoet

Sometimes I wish I didn’t make it to tomorrow but my tomorrow always becomes my today and still you are not here with it killing me to always know that if you need something I am still here right where you left me in a soul sunken state with tattered torn trousers trying to figure out where it all went wrong I have died so many times trying to create a space for tomorrow only to be killed yet again sometime today

She said she would pray for me against the long nights and early mornings tossing, turning, muttering through my sleep with recurrent thoughts waking wearisome eyes welling up with tears for bodies bodies that you smelled before you saw them limbs coalescing crumbling into themselves muddled messes staining the floors that they once walked upon with faces I attempt to remove from my memory souls free from shelled…

Loving Against the Grain

“Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heal them.” – Leo Tolstoy

In this world and our current modernized society, there are those who give and then there are those who take. There are the people who live to give and then there are the people who only give to live. It is such a…