Amara Stephen
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I ain't exactly good at writing, but I ain't exactly not good at writing.
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The Road to Authenticity
We've all done it before - stuck in that weird state of writer's paralysis, staring at a blank page for an embarrassing amount of time, overthinking how we want whatever we're about to create to be perceived by the world. That's where I was at the beginning of this journal entry, caught between the tug-and-pull of being afraid of my own vulnerability, and being excited by it. And to my surprise? My excitement was winning.
By Amara Stephenabout a year ago in Motivation
Deliciously Beautiful
When I was a little girl, I would pray to God that I would wake up the next morning with long hair and banana cream skin and those ocean eyes people sang about. I gave myself over to perms and I wish it straightened out my thoughts the way it straightened out my hair. My coffee-skinned girlfriends wanted milk-skinned boyfriends so they could create a latte-colored offspring. The world was my teacher and I learned to denounce my darkness, my hot comb burned scalp, my crooked teeth and my desire to be wanted.
By Amara Stephen3 years ago in Fiction
Sun-Warmed Fruit
I love two things that I wish I could have more of: the sun and raw fruit. Too much sun, and my skin will crackle and flake and will be decorated with heat rashes. It will turn to scales before I shed the way reptiles do. Too much fruit, and my tongue will swell, my lips will burn, my throat will close and suddenly I must remember how to breathe again.
By Amara Stephen3 years ago in Fiction
