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This poem is for my young African American sisters who don't know their worth. It's never too late to learn to love yourself. It all start from within.
Jorda, a young medic, is further away from home than she could ever have previously imagined, caught in a distant war on another world. Meeting Emma, a Carair woman , changes her perspective and fate forever
even though day to day things dont seem to change you'd be suprised as to how much actually does when you look back on it
By Lasha Freed
Change is ever existing, but does it stop the world from continuing on?
Poetry | Updated Oct 27, 2014 | Reads: 32 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 5
A letter to my brother
A girl that don't mind what people say to her.
Poetry | Updated Oct 22, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
For as long as my blood coursed warm through my veins and my heart beat hard inside my chest, I did exactly as society would expect of me. I was a well behaved young lady, one to make the family proud; never in my life did I dare step out of line. Diana is what they called me and in death, Ana...
Accept the question of â€˜changeâ€™ and let the magic and marvel unravel. The question of change is the key, which opens the doors of life-living wellness and personal excellence. The book is about unleashing your potential by simply unlocking the consciousness. Wonâ€™t you open...
It's been a while since you last saw her, but it still hurts. You question why you can't just be left alone, but you don't want to let go of the chance. Love is painful, as is letting go, and being stuck in between is a horrendous feeling.
By Vicki Cornell
When Carla meets Jaime he throws her into an entirely new world in order for them to be together - to spend their forever together. However, they never expected the dangers of doing so. After escaping Jaime's vengeful sister they never expected to face a higher and greater power than Jaime...
A billabong was once a section of the course of a river but is now a section of still water that relies on flooding to replenish, however a billabong teems with life.
Poetry | Updated Oct 3, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
All I need is one last chance
I need her in my life
By Principessa Giame
A reflection on my piece, "The Other Man."