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Intimacy – Affordable Therapy for Broke Couples | Poem
Nothing else matters or exists I am alive, There At ease and the speed of life creeps to a stand still...There
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The Undeniable Bond Between Woman and Man | Poem
Today’s featured guest post is brought to you by Miss. KK. Enjoy! Midnight Interlude Lying next to me, hearing you breathe Sets me at ease… I draw back the sheets to admire you, your masculinity Drawn to how different you are from me Your body calls, eliciting a sweet response in the form of kisses A silent conversation ensues between us two You reach for me My Adam, your Eve And smile Amazed by how your eyes are shrouded by the shadows of moonlight *Sigh* …I love you – Miss. KK Miss. KK considers herself a true southerner at heart with an undying love for all things glazed and covered…
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What do you Appreciate Most About the Person You’re With?
Taken from a brotha and a sista who found love for the first time in a long time. Imagine having had stumbled across one bad relationship after another. Having dealt with nothing but drama, infidelity, and just pure heartache especially after loving hard and giving your all to a person. Now you’ve finally come across ‘The One’ and you’ve found that elusive smile. Enjoy this poetic expression. ‘Why Do I Love Thee?’ Why do I love her? She makes me smile every day and keeps my stomach fed She satisfies all my needs when it’s time for bed She’s easy on the eyes and her voice soothes me If I were to step…
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A Look at the Struggles of a Young Black Man | Poetry
Everyday I wake up and feel so stressed Because I know today is going to be another huge mess Perhaps I should end it all and put myself to rest Perhaps an overdoes of pills or maybe a bullet to the chest I pray to God everyday hoping and waiting to be blessed I used to have a nice ride but that’s been repossessed On a daily basis my hair resembles a bird’s nest I only have one pair of shoes, I must confess I have lots of bills outstanding, but no money to pay them I can’t buy jewelry or fancy cars, all I can do is say them…
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One Black Man’s Frustrations With American Life
Confessions of a Tired Black Soul I’m tired of taking steps forward… …and always being pushed back I’m tired of thinking there’s money but there’s always a lack I’m tired of seeing minorities falling behind in society I’m tired of seeing people get behind the wheel having no sobriety I’m tired… I’m tired of seeing memorials on streets in parts of the city I’m tired of soldiers dying with our president showing no pity I’m tired of little girls thinking their so damn grown I’m tired of people on the street with cups asking for a loan I’m tired… I’m tired of the fact that slavery really hasn’t ended I’m…
