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Real Poetic
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Master Poetic. Content Warning.
I’m going to be brutally honest. If I could travel back in time, I’d want to be a slave master. Before your jaw drops and hits the floor, I would be a slave owner that secretly freed the slaves. Let’s be honest. Surviving is the key, so I wouldn’t publicly be against slavery for my own safety. The last thing I need is to be whipped or swinging from a tree like a bird house. The south was a very dangerous place during the slavery era. My mama ain’t raise a fool. There’s nothing wrong with beating the system from within.
By Real Poeticabout a year ago in History
Melody’s Brow. Content Warning.
The story is inspired by the painting “Self-Portrait With Monkey”- Frida Kahlo Hey Mom, “Can I get my eyebrows waxed? They’re so bushy. Karina and her friends keep making fun of me in first and second period. They call me Frida Kahlo.” Melody’s mom replies, “Well then, they are tasteless. Frida is my favorite artist. You used to love the picture I have of her hanging in the hallway. Your unibrow is beautiful Mels. It makes you special. Everyone has something about them that makes them different. Tell Karina and her friends to find something else to do with their time.” Melody answers in a low, saddened tone, “I’m guessing that’s a no.” The Mom sighs, “You can get your eyebrows done once you’re eighteen.” Then, heads downstairs to plate dinner.
By Real Poeticabout a year ago in Art
Another Lifetime. Content Warning.
June 19, 1919 Dear diary, I’ll be 16 years on July 3rd, and I’m engaged to be married. I’m not thrilled, but it’s the life God has planned for me since before I was born. That’s what mama told me yesterday when I cried to her and told her I wasn’t ready to be a wife. The man that father chose is too old for me. He’s lived a full life! I don’t even know who I am yet, or what I want to do with my life. There’s a whole world out there, and I want to see it. If I could, I’d buy a bus ticket to anywhere but here to avoid marrying a beast.
By Real Poeticabout a year ago in History
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