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Ending the stigma through poetry
The thing between my legs is nowhere near as important as the thing in my head. If you can not realize this, then you are part of the problem.
The old man holds up an old black and white photo. The tears run down his grief stricken face. He softly says while staring at the picture, “I enjoy sleep the most. That’s when I get to see your lovely face. Until we meet… Continue Reading “Heaven’s Gates”
We sat in silence until he took a deep breath and said, “You care so much about others and not enough about yourself.” I stared at the ground while biting my lip. I nodded. “Why?” he asked with a confused look on his face. … Continue Reading “The Empath”
She was an intoxicating, mesmerizing mess. He knew she was mad but he could not let her go. She was the most angelic being he had ever seen.
She pushed people away so that she could never be hurt. In the process, she broke her own heart.
Today we met again after not so long ago I often wonder how many others you visit For you do not care about a person’s Race Gender Age Social Status Nationality Culture Political Party Religion No you do not care at all You have… Continue Reading “Promise”
He said with a melancholy demeanor, “I ignore her texts because I lost her once and I don’t think I could ever do it again.”
Empathy Poetry 