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Jump

Ring, Ring, Ring. Damnit. I slammed my Nextel down so hard on the dresser pissed off at my once again stupid ass boyfriend Craig. Fuck him. I steamed hugging my teddy bear. Ugh I’m Kamila Rice, National Honor Society, Mayor’s Youth Council,3.5 GPA as well as admission to Princeton in the fall. Not toContinue reading “Jump”

COLD NIGHT

The young brown skinned thing was a queer sight walking up and down West 10th street. The cold winds wafting off the Hudson chilled her neck. She hoisted up her skirt and flashed her brown glory hole to passing cars with willing johns. At this time of night , most of the johns were oldContinue reading “COLD NIGHT “

The Chat Line

“Chicken Noodle Soup, chicken noodle soup, chicken noodle soup with a soda on the side. Let’s get it ,lets get it”, the new single from Harlem rapper DJ Webstar blared from Hot 97. “What girl that fool did what?”, I laughed out loud at my best friend Asia’s story. She was dancing and tellingContinue reading “The Chat Line “

King Kevin and I

I was nervous and over it as I walked to my third period Humanities class. It was the class in which Kevin Booker, the gorgeous high school quarterback ass hole jock and his fellow asshole jocks reigned supreme. I couldn’t understand why they always had to flex, why they always had to fuck with meContinue reading “King Kevin and I”

Chaser

It starts off hot speeds up real fast Meet him and he say he likes it He goes,” Are you a tranny?” I say I’m transgender Do you wear wigs, makeup and heels? No I don’t. Do you wear a thong? And the phone goes click. It makes me sick in so many ways TheContinue reading “Chaser”

The Journals

They haunted Yvette. Day and night like white headed pimples or hard scratchy coughs, confident you could get over it but never sure the outcome. They haunted Yvette for their heaviness, for the sheer volume, for the living memorials of someone dead. They haunted Yvette because she was sure they were brimming with untold horrors,Continue reading “The Journals”

Senses

You saw my titties and did not touch them I did not take it personal I smiled at your refusal and enticed you with my eyes, hoping to warm your ice You heard my brain but asked no questions I continued to spill but it was never mopped up you felt my pleas and turnedContinue reading “Senses”

Shreds

Being happy with those shards you give me seems like a betrayal of self. Gloating I replay every moment of our time together. Thinking of how lucky I am to have you at that moment. My obsession fuels your growing disdain. And you think of cute ways to tell me to fuck off. You don’tContinue reading “Shreds”

Thoughts on Hunger by Roxane Gay

Hunger by Roxane Gay was the sort of book that I read where I can’t say I loved it or hated it. This sounds odd being the memoir of someone else’s life, their truth, their trauma and their triumphs. I was impressed with the way she wrote so simply, there was no fancy language orContinue reading “Thoughts on Hunger by Roxane Gay”

Fea

She hoped this one would be the one. The one who would finally bring her to relief. It was time and she was so tired of being tired. Lord only knows, how hard she tried to be better, to want better, to do better only to end up falling on her ass again and againContinue reading “Fea”