Blackpoets قصص

a girl with more words in her hands than she can carry. copyright © guerillaverses, 2019

after a many years' long hiatus of not writing, this is me flexing my writing ∕ poetry prowess. i hope you enjoy!

just a young woman trying to find herself in a generation full of arrogance.

No witchcraft or spells, just real feelings and honesty.

a mystery.

Don't be cold.

the tight bundle of knots in my chest as constant as the moon.

Situational

These are random poems inspired by life, being lost, death, confusion, and sometimes love. Every single one of these poems were born from a different emotion. I hope you enjoy.

i cant wait to see you again.. RIP

I'm a black woman. I love everything about being a black woman, however I didn't always understand or appreciate being a black girl.. this is for THE BLAcK GIRls 🫶🏾

I've replaced cigarettes for you but turns out both are toxic.

This is where I post the poetry that I've written and little feelings in the form of words. I have had a hard life. I have had a hard couple of years. But what has proven hardest has been the past eleven months. Everyone has been asking me how I'm doing, so I decided to compose a book of poems that will tell everyone how I'm doing. This book is my safe place. I hope that maybe some of you can connect or feel or bleed with me as I've connected, felt, and bled with these poems. Thanks for your time. I hope that if you are going through hell you come out on the other side.

A book of poems I've been writing. Publishing coming soon

Sick of being trapped in this emotionally abusive situationship

A poem of thoughts in my mind...

/flaow-wers/ noun 1. the seed-bearing part of a plant 2. an assortment of poetic musings and misunderstandings about life, death, and everything in between 3. a period of optimum development

what it's like to live and be present.

Birth of my son.. Post rape