Author: Simona A. Brinson
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The Cry Behind the Smile There is a cry behind the smile,a small, trembling thingpressed against my ribs,listening to laughteras though it belongsto someone else.Most people never hear it.They see the curve of my lips,the practiced ease,the sunlight I offerlike a welcome mat.They do not seethe storm cellar beneath.The cry lives there.It gathers every disappointment,every…
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Daddy say it low like thunder rollin’ through the kitchen air,“Girl, that ain’t no man—just wind in britches, nothin’ there.”I hear him by the sink, water tappin’ like a tired song,Talkin’ ‘bout a man who always right but always wrong.“Wind in Britches,” Daddy spit, eyes fixed on the floor,“Blow in with a promise, then he…
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Empty Breaths and Hollow Lies She learns him first in broken air,In pauses that pretend to care.His words arrive but never stay,Like smoke that cannot find its way.He speaks in almost-truths at night,Soft enough to sound like light.But when she reaches for his name,It slips away and feels the same.She memorizes what he won’t say,The…
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Thief of Joy Comparison whispers, stealing light,Turning day into restless night.It counts another’s gold as proof,While missing all your own roof.It paints their world in perfect hue,Then fades the colors right from you.It measures life by treasure’s pace,And leaves you lost in endless chase.So guard your heart, refuse its ploy—For envy is the thief of…
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by RuNell Ni Ebo Lord, LordWhy did You make me Black?Why did You make someonethe world wants to hold back?Black is the color of dirty clothes,the color of grimy hands and feet.Black is the color of darkness,the color of tire-beaten streets.Why did You give me thick lips,a broad nose and kinky hair?Why did You make…
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Ghost in the Fog In the hush where morning lingers,A pale spirit parts the mist,Silent as an ancient secret,Soft as winter on the wrist.Eyes like weathered moons are watching,Calm beneath the silver sky,Holding storms it never speaks of,Letting passing shadows die.Ghost-white mane in quiet motion,Breath dissolving into air,A lonely king of fog and stillness,Wrapped in…
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Where Love Goes Love doesn’t leave all at once.It loosens first—a thread pulled from a seamyou didn’t know was holding everything together.It settles into ordinary places:the quiet side of the bed,the mug you stop reaching for,the space between sentenceswhere something used to answer back.It lingers in the body,a muscle that remembershow to reach without thinking,how…
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by Dawna Markova I will not die an unlived life.I will not live in fearof falling or catching fire.I choose to inhabit my days,to allow my living to open me,to make me less afraid,more accessible;to loosen my heartuntil it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.I choose to risk my significance;to live so that which…
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Dissonance He wakes to sunlight tasting wrong,a sweetness cut with metal bright,the clock ticks loud but time feels bent,each second stretching out of sight.His smile fits like borrowed clothes,warm at first, then tight with seams,his laughter cracks in brittle notesthat splinter softly through his dreams.He moves through rooms that buzz and hum,air thick as wool…
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