Black History Month by Achaia L. Black History Month is not an old stone ready to be thrown. It’s a fresh flower…
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Red roses blossom, Whispers of love fill the air, Hearts begin to dance. Loves light glow, Sweet chocolate melts on warm lips,…
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Through the Scroll: A Call For Change | Original poetry by Chloe Washington A World in Chaos The world spins fast, and…
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The Words Inside The phrase “sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never hurt me” is ludicrous Words can…
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Colors of Change Autumn leaves change fast Almost too fast to see them Then away they go Some friends are these…
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what i think about while writing here i sit pen against paper mind swarming heart pounding finding ways to share my voice …