What am i? by Princess Merritt


I am not a victim

You can not convince me

I blamed myself

A child i was no longer

I will not cry

I won’t shed a tear

All i could do was is stand in fear

When i saw myself i had to ask

What is a victim.

Ophelia by Jaylah Easter

“He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his

heels a stone.” (IV.V.XXX)

The warm whisper of a melody winds through the air, escaping like the last embers of

an abandoned fire

From the chilled lips of crippled innocence flows the omen of foretold sleep
Up she goes, wracked with the weight of a sort of neglected recklessness, heavy
To braid-to weave-to intertwine; to speak through those which so romantically offer life

and beseech upon death

Go silently; succumb to the suffocation of the mouth and the suppression of the mind
The ferality of consciousness, the human abyss, danker than the lure of the murky

water Continue reading “Ophelia by Jaylah Easter”

Red by Amber Roberts

The Logical Thinker by Cynthia Ocloo

On the day of love everyone cheers and gives

Chocolate becomes sweet and melts in the mouth

As red and pink become the mascots of our hearts.

Now, no one likes the logical thinking of the day of love

Hearts are not shaped like that, and love does not drop from above.

 Hearts are the real blood pumping system. Continue reading “Red by Amber Roberts”

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