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Handing Over the Baton to My 29th Self
For a long time, I lived under the weight of a sentence that said I wouldn’t make it past my nineteenth birthday. Yet here I am. Two weeks ago on March 18th I crossed into twenty nine. This milestone feels less like a simple birthday to any one around me. For me and my family it’s more like a victory lap I was never supposed to run. The “Baton” is finally being passed from the girl who just wanted to survive to the woman who is ready to sprint. The Quicksand of Ambition This past year was a brutal teacher.…
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Ladders Never Touch Mud
The ladder gleams, but never rustsit’s never met the soil. From polished heights, they summon contracted ghosts, specters in suits, hollow hands that sign but never build. Greed wears a tie, apathy seals the deal. We, the handlers, catch the crumbs of their lazy feasttardy briefs, half-baked decks, pixels that scream “we didn’t care.” You never want to call out the rot. You want silence, compliance, a nod that costs us sleep. Are youyou hypocritethe one who preaches excellence while outsourcing mediocrity? They say you’re vile. They whisper bribes. They count the favors you never earned. But a corner of…
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The Jade Vine & Bee – A Poem
In emerald depths of tropic’s gleam,A Jade Vine, rare and pure, bloomed in silence. Her claws unfurled, a turquoise hue,Awaiting life, a moment of grace. A bee, attracted to her ethereal light,Drifted closer, a mesmerizing sight. He promised nectar, sweet and deep,As she opened her petals from slumber’s sleep. But his love was fleeting, a summer’s breeze,Leaving her heart adrift on restless seas. For in her heart, a world unknown,She bloomed for him, and him alone. Her emerald tears, a silent plea,For love that was, yet ceased to be. Oh, bee, obsessed with beauty and riches, Chasing his new honeyed…
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