Category: Love
Oregon Day 2: Digging The Hole
by Rawiyah
The waves were glowing in the dark as they broke across the sands My bare feet followed the path through the rustling grass. It grew higher with every step. Pulling at the hem of my dress Aren’t you afraid A voice said Yes. Aren’t you going to turn away A voice said No. There was cacophony between my ears. As loud as it was … Read More Oregon Day 2: Digging The Hole
Nah. (An Open Response to Pantheacon’s Open invite to PCon, and my opinions)
by Rawiyah
WARNING: Do not proceed without taking your blood pressure medicine and/ or a bucket of popcorn. I’ll wait. * * * At the zenith of Beyonce Season in the year 2019 I received the following missive:
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Trust
by Rawiyah
I thought that I had escaped unscathed There were no arguments, no fighting, no raising of voices. It ended how it began…quietly and in the dark. As the rain came down in thick soft dollops that penetrated through our hooded sweat shirts the sharp cold woke me up, refreshed me, cleansed me. It was easy, the physicality of it. I was moving on … Read More Trust
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Love means…
by Rawiyah
that you are loved. My romantic relationship has ended but I am still deeply loved. I am no longer going to sleep in someones arms but I am still being held close. I am no longer coming home to someone but when I arrive I am greeted with incredible warmth I no longer have that one person the illusion of … Read More Love means…
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Writer’s Block: It must be love
by Rawiyah
My first boyfriend doesn’t count because he never “crushed” me… My first was in first grade and he used to stand on the lunch room table and scream “I’m in love with Irene McCalphin” It was utterly embarrassing. Not to mention that he got detention for it every time. I would wait for him after school standing next to his mother who was this … Read More Writer’s Block: It must be love
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Haunted
by Rawiyah
I have been for the past three years a woman haunted. Haunted, followed, shadowed by this shade that refuse to let me go. This thing that screams look at me see me avenge me I did not know this until yesterday 3 years ago I misdiagnosed myself as crazy, unhinged and simply bitter… needing for education in the fine art of processing guidance in … Read More Haunted
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Personal Truth # 8: Love is
by Rawiyah
Sometimes I look at you and I wonder how it happened I wonder if you see it as mystical and as magical as I do. I wonder if you notice how everything had to come into synergy for us to be the way we are with each other now. For the better part of a decade I thought I knew what love was. It … Read More Personal Truth # 8: Love is
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Good Timing
by Rawiyah
“They’re everywhere” You state “Who” I ask “Those kids… ” I pause and look up at you. You are grimacing slightly. It is painfully cute and I want to laugh. “You do know what we are doing right… I mean… seriously” “This is different” you snort almost indignantly “This is childish” A tiny ring rises up from the bin. “Hmmm that’s too early are you setting … Read More Good Timing
Baby Mushrooms
by Rawiyah
For those of you who don’t know we are kinda spoiled out here in California. Some people out here are actually shocked to realize that racism still exists. When I recount stories from my childhood they cringe and say ooooooommmmmgeeeeeeee seriously dude. They are rather dismayed to find that in certain areas of the United States your life expectations, habits, and activities are still … Read More Baby Mushrooms
How I really feel
by Rawiyah
I can’t sleep My throat is closing up and it’s because I have been holding back things that I have really wanted to say. A part of me wants to be objective about this thing but I bigger part of me is saying fuck it. I really can’t afford to get sick again So I’m just gonna go ahead and say how I really feel. Congratulations, … Read More How I really feel
Drowning
by Rawiyah
My city is drowning I turn on the tv. I want to know what is happening. I don’t know how to feel . . . what to feel. I see. My city drowning. I see my people black and bruised and begging and screaming and dying. The faces are all familiar. Voices all heard before. There is violence and desperation. “I hear they are … Read More Drowning
