I woke up Wednesday morning feeling lost and confused, remorseful over the events of the night before. So much shame and a deep feeling of wantonness filled my chest, comprising the air circulating in my lungs trying to keep me alive. My head ached, my body was sore, and I wanted to vomit up the …
Tag: Grief
Angry Black Woman
How should I compose myself? Now that you have killed my children, Raped my mother, And beat me beyond recognition? You force me to live in dilapidated housing conditions, Where the rent is higher than a two bedroom in the suburbs Yet you pay me less than the minimum wage, and threaten to take that when …
Breathe
I can't breathe. Your unrealistic expectations are suffocating me. But you can't hear my cries for help, Over the noise of your ego. Maybe my existence clashes with your own. But I don't need to die, Just so that you can live. Link to image >
Dirt
Dirt. Ending up in places you don't belong. Whoever thought you could be the source of so much unhappiness? What did I ever do to you? Have you come to disturb my peace? Have you come to unearth its fragile state? Dirt. I don't know what to make of you. I will clean you up …
Ebony Johanna 