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Move

Move

So, here’s mah face. I’ve been super quiet lately cause 2020 has been handing me some huge changes. One of which has been getting ready to move into my very first space. Ever. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. But life has a way of being that is weird and head...

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Disabled Chronicles, No.2g

Disabled Chronicles, No.2g

I’ve been done with breakfast for about two hours, but I’m still sitting here. The air in my room is heavy with the scent of tuberose and ylang ylang. The blazing warm light of the candle, shining where I feel I can’t. I’m trying to convince myself of all sorts of...

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Pandemic

Pandemic

This pandemic has made me stop talking. Has frozen my thoughts from being born. Has stifled my creativity. Has wrapped me in familiar trauma drenched bandages, made new. It’s covered my eyes. It’s muted the taste on my tongue. This pandemic has washed up and over and...

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Disabled Chronicles, No. 2f

Disabled Chronicles, No. 2f

My kidneys decided that the 18 of June would not be a good day for my next Spinraza injection. This, despite my admittedly questionable attempt at hydrating in preparation for it. My urine, though average looking in the sample cup that I zip bagged and cradled in my...

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Disabled Chronicles, No2e1

Disabled Chronicles, No2e1

I casually came to know his name. He was next up to get dosed after my trial at the hospital. When I bid my awesome nurses goodbye until my next maintenance dose, I cheered on Joe (not his real name) and wished him (in absentia) and the team of nurses well and good...

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Disabled Chronicles, No.2e

Disabled Chronicles, No.2e

Her finger landed in the space between my eyes gently, like a soft cat paw, sending a hush of quiet energy through my body and mind. “In meditation they tell Us to tap and focus here...” She couldn’t have known about the year I spent in meditation study under the Sant...

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Black Women Tears

Black Women Tears

There are tears Black Women shed, that speak of every disappointment and hurt that’s brought her to this very moment. They are tears of anguish and sometimes despair that maybe encompass never being regarded as precious, even as a GirlBaby or a WomanChild. They are...

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