At the age of 15 I begin to write my future
Relationships topic where the best
I felt I had it all till something spoke to me on the wall
At that time I had 5 journals of more good than bad
Excited who’s ready to feel the Slope?
Penetrating Her Slippery Slope is a collection of poems developed in the mind and through the pen of poet Porcha Hiley (AHAVA), with her thoughts and perspect...
Hi black child
Hi white child
Lets take a moment to embrace greatness
No color of spectrum can draw a line of distance
Listen:
Back then we where separated where our skin couldn’t blend
Drinking from different water faucet to sitting in different c...
Good Morning ☀️😃 🌞
Behind her complex skin is a woman who has had pain but she progressed from it and turned it into happiness cause she won herself over n now she knows her worth. No she’s not perfect but just enough perfect to better accommodate he...
Feeling like I should be the one
One that will love you no lust.
Trust...
My capabilities is lively shit no drama.
I rather be with you and all your bull shit
Starting over is draining.
You loving me is entertaining.
Lets keep it real on how I mak...
Some about that chocolate
The kind that melts in your mouth and not your hands
Skin smooth of lotion against my body
Mustache chopped up so nicely
How his lips stand in attention for my attention
Trust I taste it and fell in love
His eyes that ne...
We locked eyes
Frozen to the astonishing skin that glossed from a spectrum of gold lightening
Hearts mended as love unfold.
Unfrozen to a power of no degree.
Love was never at standstill because our bond broken the sealed.
Solo
Reflection of a bad bitch
She’s a savage
A sacrifice of his life
He can’t match my riches of life
He want it but I want be his secret so boy bye with the addiction no juice can fill my cup of lean
Fuck the green show me your demeanor
A woma...
Emerging from love potion as we glide into every individual eyes. Yes we rise. Rise of growth beneath the roots that started this love in the first place. The trunks curled as one... One to our bare-arms of holding love so vindictive of desiring reveng...