It’s been a while since I posted anything here. I decided to publish my first book.
It’s been a while since I posted anything here. I decided to publish my first book.
I’m swaying to the high’s and low’s of the
crescendo’s
swaying and bending
whipping these hips with
confidence
loving what I was blessed with…
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The one thing you’ve been consistent at is being inconsistent.
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The lengths we go through just to hear them say ‘I Love you
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How they bless my beauty;
baptizing me in compliments.
But these men use beautiful things;
uproot them and leave them to die on shelves.
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And there she remained
hoping and praying he
would smuggle the stars
into her prison and show
her the way out……
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I am too many things.
-too kind
-too soft
-too loving
-too understanding
-too affectionate
-too sensitive
-too much for ‘Grown Men’
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Where is the shoulder
the lips of love
the hands of safety
when the emptiness turns
into a black hole and
begins to suck the life from me?
—Evy Sutton-
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I began to hate the touch of your hands on my skin and the sound of your voice; the way you hummed in my ear before you released your seed into my womb. I prayed that it would never find a place to plant and grow.
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And this man wrapped Jesus around his shoulders;
he wore him like a robe
baptized on a Sunday morning; I swore
I saw a halo shine above his head
He used Jesus as a reference to my heart
and I accepted that resume with
no reservations– willingly wrapping
my dreams around his.
My first mistake was believing that
made him different…
–Evy Sutton–
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