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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Dear Bugsy
Dear Bugsy, I'm not gonna lie, I was so mad at you. Mad that you had the audacity to just up and leave. Mad at God for calling you home when He did. Mad at the realization that you were such a big piece of my hear. You were supposed to outlive all of us, but now we're here living life without seeing you all the time. I was pissed, especially because you made mom do the one thing no parent should ever have to do in their lifetime, bury their children. I think about you every day. I think about how when you were born I was constantly told, "to set a good example because your little brother will follow everything you do." And sure enough, you did. You became my first friend, my first ride or die. The first person who without a shadow of a doubt would have my back no matter what. You were my twin, my mini-me, wherever I was, you were. And I lead us down some sketchy paths. I got into sports and you started playing too. I got into drugs and you started dealing. I hung out with gangbangers and you became one. I got clean and you stopped dealing. I left our old life and you did too. I got baptized in the Spirit and you were next in line behind me. You grew into a man of God and I've never been prouder than when I saw the lives that you impacted so much. There are times when I am still so mad that you're gone. And a friend shared with me that there were a couple of people in the bible who God just called home; no rhyme, no reason. And they felt that you were just one of those people, God just said 'Come home son,' and you did. It's still a struggle every day without you and now without lola. There have been moments when I didn't see the point of living and with every attempt I made to just end it all, something always stops me. Then another friend told me that the best way to honor the people we lost, is to live your life as the best version of yourself. So here is my promise to you, to live my life as the best version of me, as if I am still setting a good example for you. Live life with intentionality. And I know I will stumble, but I'm confident that you will still have my back. So to end this letter here, I love you, baby bro. 'Till we see each other again.
By LaChic-Joy3 years ago in Poets
You Lost Me
Dear 21st Century Poems (or what constitutes one these days), Listen up, modern poetry. We need to have “the talk.” I don’t mind obscurity. I can think outside the box, and the shipping container in which it is housed. And I will admit that I do enjoy, once in a while that is, to gingerly walk out on a thin tree limb. Sometimes, I even step right up to the edge of insanity.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)3 years ago in Poets
1M views
This is my journey of getting 1M views on my Instagram reel. I was a normal girl who loved photography and posting her talent on Instagram. All day and night, striving hard to do better and better. So passionate about my work. Photography was one thing that made me feel heaven. One day, on a hazy day, I went for a ride with my sister when I saw a beautiful sunset and captured it because it was so worth it. I didn’t edit that video because it appealead so much to my heart and posted it in its raw form and then went to sleep. The next I woke up and I was like “BOOMMMMM” WHAT HAS HAPPENED HERE???? I was shocked. Shocked to a point I couldn’t believe myself. I saw the comments and likes and even the celebrities made the comments. And then these likes and views got more and more until one day it reached 1M and that, that was the best day of my life. And this was my journey of getting 1M likes. I’ve uploaded my video for you so you can see it yourself how beautiful and simple it it. Till then, See you in the next story with another beautiful journey of mine.
By Dania Aamir3 years ago in Poets
