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Poetry

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...

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...

This Work

This Work

in the reaching muscles, taut strand over strand to breaking, burning... faith - dust speck wide, without kin or end of tunnel light - sparked anyway, and The Work of un-breaking The Child, of wiping The Grown from Young Mind of blowing heart-wrenched...

heart/  break

heart/ break

... burgeoning truth. ever advancing toward shore, pushing against hopes’ gossamer whisper of existence - , so unexpectedly total , so undeniably complete , so shatteringly absolute engulfs beyond submission to surrender. breath, once friend leaves, foe. There is a...

Lazara

Lazara

© 2019 Sandra Jean-Pierre This body in silent dissension over being roused from its long assumed Final march whines aches cries from joy and pain uncertainty realizing there may be life yet left for the living... we Both hold on, scared and leaning in for the ride...

Dream Of You

Dream Of You

© 2017 Sandra Jean-PierreI dream of Youbeing insidewhere it issafeandwarm, where You have all of Me in your palm, where I can whisper Your name to my hearts content and be Yours, fully. Baby… I need to breathe your air, need the scent of You, need the feel of You...

Break You

Break You

© 2017 Sandra Jean-PierreYou can’t let me break you   can’t let my desire be so heavy it threatens to bend your will in half   You can’t let me break you   can’t let my nails dig so far into your skin that the scars hurt   You can’t let me break you   can’t let my...

Lazy Sunday

Lazy Sunday

© 2017 Sandra Jean-PierrePromising breeze billowing these curtains as we lie in Our bed   Your lazy Sunday morning kisses dress me in desire.   Listening to the stillness of the world outside, I welcome the feelof your lips on my hot skin relishing how your mouth...

Her Dominance

Her Dominance

© 2017 SandraJean-Pierre In her bed, wrapped in sheets and sweat my cum fresh on her face and fingers her name still lingering in the damp air from these bruised parted lips my cheeks so flushed from what her tongue made this body feel and do the heaven on this bed...

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