by Courtney Taylor Pride: a feeling or deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one’s own achievements, the achievements of those with whom one is closely associated, or from qualities or possessions that are widely admired. History not hate. A phrase so commonly accompanied by red, white and, blue that billow in the past winds of…
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When the Party Stops Being Fun
by Courtney Taylor There’s something about the sweetness of summer A hint of happiness A wistful exuberance of past smiles The sun feeling like love under brown skin The flowers like jewels scattered upon the fair grounds Stay unafraid Stay empty Stay still Nothing will hurt as much as when your heart stirs Shared songs…
19 September 16
by Courtney Taylor 3:00 a.m. I’m sorry if my skin was never thick enough for you, I’m sorry if your anger came because you didn’t know what to do. I’m sorry if my face, something you saw as a gift at one time, seemed well suited for the edges of your tongue. I’m sorry if…
Black innocence
By Courtney Taylor Duck when you hear gunshots, a natural procedure You’ve never heard them in person before but you know like heat seeking missiles they will find their way into making damp confetti out of your body Every waking moment is a test in survival Every second a field day for the mind and body You…
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