Dictator of Existence

Dear Sun, you are my dictator of Existence. You respect not the state of my depressed soul that feeds off the comfort of my small dark room. You command positivity. Uninvited, you force your way through the thick and heavy curtains of my soul. Your beaming rays thaw the ice block around my frozen heart …

Melanin Tree

Melanin Tree. Her hairs – roots that defy gravity. Her melanin skin – a bark defiant to chipping away. Her eyes – spots where branches were once obstacles washed away by the storm of her tears. Her ears – Leaves that only absorb rays of truth. Her lips – a gentle flower awaiting touch. Her …

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