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cleo-phoenix · 8 months

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Writing has become overrated I spend days deliberating on how I can surpass my illmatic bars just to box myself behind the bars I’ve created. Dissecting my wordplay as I watch my flow disintegrate into the depths of my thoughts. 11:30 what could of beens for the sacrifice of “peace” The high rise, nice car, and 8-5 that feeds my flesh yet festers at my core. Bored of the redundant week days and hollow weekends, yet this is what I wanted? The maxed out credit card bills I mean black girl luxury to fill my fluctuating sensations. A foundation solid enough to create distance from being the afterthought friend ranking last in the rotation. Parting ways with what connected me to indulge myself into curating thoughts into masterpieces of witt, rhymes, and punchlines. I find myself hallucinating on where my pen would lead me. What stages I would performing on. What my book art would like, but merely merely merely life is but a dream

Cleo Phoenix

#black woman poet #cleo phoenix #poem #poetry #self love #black poetry #black woman #black creatives #black poets on tumblr #black poets society #black woman creatives #black artists

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jasminesuntrell · 1 year

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Exhale Pt. 1 (1/30)

Remember when I told you that you broke my vagina? I told you my coochie was more loyal to you than Chrisean to Blueface. You didn't get the joke. Or me. Or I you.

When I said you broke my vagina, I didn't know my vagina was so connected to my heart, my soul, my mind, my pen. Turns out, I am still a human. I am capable of loving with my entire self and whatever limitations I thought I had died when they laid Saviour on my chest.

I birthed two lives that night, One of them mine. I was anew. I have to learn myself again.

And then came you. You were not supposed to happen. I was never supposed to fall in love. But I did. And we crashed. And I broke. You broke me.

I'm still a little fractured honestly. My brain to hands combo ain't worked right since The first time you ran in and out of my life but I'm getting there. And this is my first step.

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taylorlq · 3 months

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the tortured poets department ,,

#͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏#taylor swift #the tortured poets department #taylor swift moodboard #moodboard #aesthetic #black and white #b&w #ts11 #woman #girls #poets #poetry

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kumsal-thingss · 7 months

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Eskiye bakıp ne güzeldi demeyeceğim. Daha güzelini yaşamak zorundayım. Ben bunun için varım...

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bookwormbluee · 6 months

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Birinden bir kez soğuyunca ilelebet soğurum onunla gecirdiğim zamanlardan dahi tiksinirim.

Sizede oluyormu?

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yourdailyqueer · 2 months

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Zuriel Hooks

Gender: Transgender woman

Sexuality: Queer

DOB: N/A

Ethnicity: African American

Occupation: Activist, model, poet, writer

#Zuriel Hooks #black excellence #queerness #lgbt #transfemme #transgender #trans woman #queer #black #african american #poc #model #poet #writer #activist

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pagansphinx · 2 months

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Black History Month

Maya Angelou (American, 1928-2014)

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I'm not cute or built to suit

a fashion model's size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I'm telling lies.

I say,

It's in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It's the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I'm a woma

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can't touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them

They say they still can't see.

I say,

It's in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Now you understand

Just why my head's not bowed.

I don't shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It's in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand,

The need of my care,

'Cause I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

#american women #maya anjelou #poet #essayist #black woman wrirer #american writer #african american woman of letters #poetry #contemporary poetry #american poetry #still i rise

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honeyknome · 6 months

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Honeybee outside for the weekend

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kenyaraae · 5 months

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#me #black women #poets on tumblr #melanin #black woman writer #black luxury #poetscommunity #my poetry #black femininity #fashion

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i-want-to-be-a-poet · 13 days

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tanyaluca · 1 year

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The Loneliness of Poets…

Tanya Luca

#tanya luca #photographers on tumblr #black and white photography #black and white #about photography #harmony #women poets #loneliness of piers #lonely sculpture #sculpture #woman’s sculpture #colonna #February #naked trees #touched by the sun #watching sun #eternal beauty #eternity

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aeide-thea · 9 months

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#don't ask me how i ended up here ('was it a fic‚ K?' 'yes‚ obviously it was a fic.') but #this poem somehow makes me think of plath's 'black rook in rainy weather'#not because the poems are at all similar but because it's that feeling of a dull ruinous landscape suddenly illuminated #like. the sestet here is SO workmanlike and wearisome #yesterday. grey. eyes. wise. 'one that is ever kind' right okay you're making up the syllable count. etc etc #and then—'the fire that stirs about her‚ when she stirs‚ / burns but more clearly.'#'o she had not these ways / when all the wild summer was in her gaze.'#like. my god.#the sudden wild white beating of swan's wings. the lift of my battered enraptured heart.#anyway. 'did you know famous poet william butler yeats had his moments‚ actually??' you heard it here extremely not first.#(i mean. that said—imagine writing a poem that ascribed any qualities to a woman you couldn't reassign to a horse.)#(like. billy boy. do you love anything about her but her beauty and her ~spirit~. is she intelligent. is she funny. is she fiercely moral.)#(ah well.)#poetry #w.b. yeats

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saiwriting · 1 month

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i used to walk

without the heaviness of shackles

of spiritual suppression felt by those who made me who i am

i used to glide

beside birds and aspirations

immeasurable by none but the god i sought to reach

am i dead?

will i be soon?

my limbs stretch out

over water refusing to let me sink,

time is drowning-

drowning is freedom

for where do i go

and where do i come

from here?

-s.k.soublet

#spilled ink #writers on tumblr #art #language #black poetry #female poets #black poets on tumblr #writers and poets #poetry #poem #poets on tumblr #original poem #black writers #black woman writer

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kumsal-thingss · 6 months

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Kolay olmadı ama hepsini atlattım.

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womanhrry · 20 days

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WOMAN + HARRY STYLES

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jasminesuntrell · 6 days

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No More Fucking Butterflies (19/30)

I have decided the next man I meet who makes me nervous is getting blocked, walked away from- I'll run if I have to. No conversation, no glances, no more whirlwind romances, I'm not giving chances. I'm through.

Who the hell decided butterflies in the tummy was something to romanticize in the first place? For me, I think it's my body trying to tell me to get as far as I can from this demonic creature who will only cause me harm but I kept thinking it's a good thing if his presence can make me stumble over words.

Hell no.

Neutrality is the way to go. The man you're mostly unaware of until he gives you good reasons to be. The one who doesn’t prey on the unbalanced chemical reaction that happens when you lay eyes on him.

And maybe the love story won't be the stuff of an indie romance film but it will be stable and real. It won't give you more material from which to heal. It will provide you with bliss more enduring than the intoxications of fleeting butterflies.

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