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missjess
missjessHealing with my pen & a shot of whiskey.
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Creativity.... the ability to transcend traditional ideas, rules, patterns, relationships, or the like, and to create meaningful new ideas, forms, methods, interpretations, etc. ; originality, progressiveness, or imagination.

My Canvas

Creativity.... the ability to transcend traditional ideas, rules, patterns, relationships, or the like, and to create meaningful new ideas, forms, methods, interpretations, etc.

; originality, progressiveness, or imagination.

I once used myself as a canvas to create whatever my soul desired..

My canvas was pure...

blank and left only for me to explore..

It was a heavy durable cotton which absorbed all of my originality and all of my imaginations..

On my canvas.. I'd paint my own Utopia..

a world where I’d danced on clouds without the fear of falling..

night skies were filled with different stars & moons

and love was without condition

On my canvas I’d paint my inner warrior

An Amazonian called to battle in a war against evils

The strength of Samson

Beauty of Cleopatra

I’d paint anything .. and anyone who wasn’t me...

the girl in the ripped blue jeans...

ponytail.. silver hoops and an attitude

Flawed. Simple. Pure.

With that said..

My creativity has since withered.. when others painted on my canvas

My.. caramel frame stained with black and blues...

Running mascara's dripping from Cleopatra's eyes…

from tears pregnant with fear...

Lips muffled by your hands…

My crevice… thrashed by his hate for me

Paining my core with grief

Tongue tasting life

With audacity to whisper in my ear.. “I’m sorry”..

Or was it “…Cum for me”

My breath goes still..

I close my eyes

Hallucinate Utopia

And feel the taste of India... and the warmth of Africa...

As you invade my motherland

Over, and over again...

Then abstract on my canvas with your venom

Who will want this now?

Wouldn’t it easier just to kill me..?

My hands now hardened from reconstructing the damage to my soul

My heart filled with hate…

It ages me.

It empties me.

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