Too Late

I didn’t know that I cared

Until you were gone

I couldn’t help but stare

The way you’d sing your song

Who was I to think

That you meant so little

To me

Now I am as bitter

As the salt lakes and the sea

Because I didn’t care

Until it became too much to bare

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Balloon (A Poem)

I let myself go
Because I realized
I was holding on too tight
And that it
Wasn’t worth the spite
To keep me tied
To the ground
So now I float
Up and around
Waiting for the sound
Of someone calling me home
Acknowledgment of the fact
That I’m never alone
For my God watches over
All that I do
So don’t get it twisted
Or misconstrued

– The Educated Negra

Break-Ups (Short Story)

Write about a character break-up that happened under strange circumstances.

“It’s over!” I shouted, trying to be heard despite the rush of wind surrounding us. My voice was soon lost between the churning gusts that had nearly lifted us both into the sky. I attempted to storm out (no pun intended) but just as surely, Ezra shot another wisp my way.

As I tumbled to the ground, I felt myself being incased in a newly forming sand dune. My mind was struggling to understand what I had gotten myself into in the first place. How was I supposed to know that I’d basically fallen for an Airbender.

I’d only gone out with the kid because of a lost bet, and sure, it was cute at first. He’d trip people without so much as a twitch, bewilderment following the victim. Sometimes he’d even steal me a souvenir from the stand at the waterpark, but now, it was just out of control. The power was getting to his head and our relationship only had room for one narcissist.

“Help! Help!” I screamed. If someone was to appear, I was sure he’d stop. He couldn’t let people know about his power.

“There’s no one to help you, Lila. You’ll be buried alive, I’m sure the beetles will enjoy some fresh flesh,” he said with a cackle. If I didn’t survive the burial, the laugh would surely kill me. This was the last time I’d make another bet with Jenny.

As if appearing from thin air, the devil herself came to my side.

“Jenny, what are you doing here?” I whisper shouted. Could she hear my thoughts or something?

“Well, I can do that too, but teleportation is my specialty.”

And as if she’d been an apparition, she reappeared behind Ezra, giving him a sharp jab in the side. Just as he turned to see where the hit had come from, she was suddenly on his other side, punching his chest. Ezra turned with an extended arm to shoot a blast of wind her way, but it was too late. Jenny was directly in front of Ezra, administering a tough blow to the face. And with that, he crumpled fully to the ground, with not so much as a twitch.
My mouth was agape as I gazed up at Jenny who now had her hand extended to me.

“Did I never tell you about that?” she stated rhetorically.

I grabbed her arm and used it as an aid in projecting myself forward, though I could barely stand upright.

“Don’t worry; he’s knocked out, not dead. He’ll be back to his old self by tomorrow or maybe next week,” her playfulness seemed so out of touch with what had just happened.

“You guys are weird,” I said, shaking my head in defeat.

Three

She smells sweet / like lavender

The putrid sound rings high / Sour scents / Rotten things

The succulent lilt of his sides / smooth

27 is crude / 59 is all attitude / But three is beautiful

Bright

Mommy tells me to be quiet

But the voice of 3 / calls so sweetly to me

And I can’t stay seated

Ya see / I need her with me

Because 3 is the most beautiful number I have ever heard or seen

She sounds like the breeze / As it runs through daisies

And I don’t understand / Why I can’t demand

To have her with / me always

To make her stay

Momma says no / 5 is the right guy

And he’s cool and all / just not my type

But I’m not the type to judge

So don’t judge me / If I only

want to see my best friends in threes

I posted this to my classes NaPoWriMo, not my best work but still. Let me know what you think 🙂