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I have never truly lived, all through my childhood, my mind and my lips were two distant shadows telling on each other’s void, learning each other how to calmly breathe.
The pen came and gifted voices to my silences, so these deliciously spilling yet painful words can help scatter and rearrange my thoughts and, help me crawl out of my darkness and live the life of a full moon, to allow myself the chance to witness another sunrise where I root for the longevity, truth, and healing of this boy’s body, spirit, mind and laughter.
This: writing became my home and playground, here I plant me, every seed and element of self along with discoveries, blooms, oozes, fruitful transitioning, and becomings.
I am twenty-five years young, and I’ve lived many lives, it has taken me a lifetime, to finally say I am here now: ready to live, love, dance, give, laugh, write, and paint my rainbow thus making my humble presence felt and received.
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There is an unwavering silence Tucked between my heart and mind Little by little, my blood rushes in Trying to give an erection to my thirst  How about we lick each other’s wounds So says my silence, and build pyramids while We are at it, a ceremony to sanctify our union Untangle our woes into ropes with grits That would help us climb the new heights  New seasons will fall upon us This might quiet the wars within us At least for a while, until the master has [...]
