Maya Moon Osborne

Joined May 2021

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Brooklyn born & bred spoken word poet.

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Despite the Darkness
Despite the darkness, I crack into being each morning in soft pink. My past is a mouthful of precious, cream stones.
By Maya Moon Osborne4 years ago in Poets
Myth of the Eclipse
Moonchild does faith in folks like breath. Her mouth full of morals since the water broke Back when once was now, when she first formed from crystals.
By Maya Moon Osborne4 years ago in Poets
Confessions of a Quadroon
These are the confessions of a Quadroon. Now its possible that these words are coming at you too soon and maybe I should wait until that Obama / Mulatto hype
By Maya Moon Osborne5 years ago in Poets
The Girl with Two Sets of Skin
the girl with two sets of skin has lived since before before they say. they say ‘old soul’. they say she walked out the womb. born standin up. an’ ever since she been beastly. been big and sweating and bleeding from her cheeks. her eyes ain’t even aligned right i heard. i heard right. seen it for myself. one don’t work at all, you see. it just rolls ‘round in her head like a piece of a memory.
By Maya Moon Osborne5 years ago in Poets
Essence of Spring
Tiny buds dancing slow into blossom, petals unfolding into vibrant yellow, delicate pink, and kiss-of-life red. Just when we believe the world can never come alive again; there is Spring.
By Maya Moon Osborne5 years ago in Poets