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Photo by Vladimir Palyanov on Unsplash The sound of your voice sends me into a rage. Days of seeing your face I wish I could erase. Being in your presence is about as uncomfortable as walking pass a group of men outside of the corner store. Everything you say makes my heart race but not… Continue reading Triggered
So he just left,like 15 mins ago.He has work blah blah blah… He comes in,uses thebathroom.Then walks to my room. From his coatto my lips.We get lifted.I needed not tofeel. He consumes me.Stop. Stop,stop. Kissing my neckwith a fist full of hair.My titties in the air. Two handfulsof me.On his lap, giantlegs wide open. The… Continue reading Talk That Talk
His love is unconditional. His love is deep. His love is red. Your love is younger for older. The darker the berry the sweeter the juice. The prettier the woman the easier to misuse . You are the buckle that holds my body into safety. Flexible with my movement but could snap my neck in… Continue reading His Love
I am black and that can never be b l a c k e d o u t. I know my skin and my voice is to be hated among many. But my lips and the way I move my hips as I dance to the Africa sun in my soul is to be bought… Continue reading Blacked Out
This one time in 2020… I had to tell my son about his chocolate skin in America… How his skin is so dark he might be mistaken for a monkey or a hoodlum. How his big natural curly afro can be offensive to some people with no melanin in their skin. How to keep his… Continue reading Little Brown Boy
Riding along on my way Trying to have my best day Look back in my rear view mirror and what do I see Two police officers behind me My mood changes from happy to fear My stomach is in knots as I begin to think About all the things that could happen I just want… Continue reading The America I See
Call this a song, a poem. Just be sure to put love in front. You’ve been with me through all my different hairstyles I still remember when I made sure to wear mascara whenever we were together Then I stopped You didn’t notice the difference Thirteen years later and I’m so thankful that smile is… Continue reading Love, the verb
Hey my loves! Welcome back to Misha’s Room! Happy Mardi Gras if you’re in New Orleans or Mobile, Alabama. Stay safe and enjoy the holiday! Everyone else, hope you have a dope ass day too! This episode of Misha’s Room is about love. Or at least the fears that are often associated with love. The… Continue reading Misha’s Room Episode 2.4: Fears
Dear Ex, How have you been doing? I'm pretty sure not the best. Especially with you still calling me, looking for the sex; hoping I'll be that ex that you can turn into your next. Things ended a long time ago, but for some reason you still won't let me go. It's been 12 whole… Continue reading TSS – “Letter To My Ex” Pt. 2
Hey everyone! My name is Sydney Reneé, but if you've been keeping up with me and my writing you should know that already. If you don't, take some time to go back and read a few of my articles. Usually I write poems for my series but I'm going to add a second part to… Continue reading TSS – “Letters To My Ex” Pt. 1
