Author Archives: onewritersheart

About onewritersheart

I love to be myself . . . whatever that means. But seriously, I love to write, laugh, and lounge around the house when my schedule isn't too crazy. I have five tiny humans: three nephews and two nieces. I am the youngest of five, and a twin. Lastly, I am awesome and I love myself.

Exchange

He is dark. His hair is nappy. His stature is tall. And I love the way he calls me “baby.” That is fact. Never have I actively courted a man a day in my life. I’ve always been the one … Continue reading

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1-30 |Bloodletting|

It’s time to bleed again. Time to turn pain into pleasure Confusion into peace Respite, release from the demons whispering “you’re better off deceased.” I know there are years inside of you. Years that melted together making it impossible to … Continue reading

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The Love Series: Him

I love you, for my Brain and heart says so. There is no other place than I’d rather be than in your presence- You are my blessing. You are my King. You are my Guyanese love thing. My frustrations, My … Continue reading

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An Honest Conversation With A Friend

Most days it feels like the end of the world. Like I am the only girl stuck in a downward spiral, screaming but never heard. Pleading and barely breathing, hoping that the God I believe in saves me. Most days … Continue reading

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Black Woman Mantra

Say it with me one time Say it with me two times. Make it three times, dark child: I am Black woman strong singing my freedom song I am night turned into day I am whatever I say And I … Continue reading

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Last Love

This is for yes, This is for no, This is for holding on to hope when you had nowhere else to go. This is for sunshine, This is for rain, For the time he said “I love you” And that … Continue reading

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Freedom rings, Or does it knock? Am I deaf? Or is my hearing blocked by what I am, and what I am not?

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