ShondaWho

Joined October 2017

0 stories

Bio

•Published Poet/Writer

•Proud College Student

•Creatively breaking down my mind to expand yours 📖

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*About Me*

◇ Gay Black Female

◇ Storytelling, Poetry, Spokenword

◇ I ❤ Spring

Stories (11/0)

The Unknown
I am a stranger to this world. As I lay complacent with the thoughts that riddle me of my past. Forsaken to encounter what only my fingers can carve out,
By ShondaWho12 months ago in Poets
Morning Breath
To have faith in a woman is to have faith in god. Yet, here I still sit at the edge of my own doubts, waiting for you to spill words you've already danced in my living room.
By ShondaWho2 years ago in Poets
The Rearview
I sat on a ledge where the paint was chipped; like missing teeth. The previous one stood, the first one weeping, the last one reached.
By ShondaWho2 years ago in Poets
Goodmorning
This poem will define my morning. I'll either roll over on pens of solace or on the other side. Silent. I'll either open the drapes and let the sun perform or close them tightly like darkness for a nap.
By ShondaWho2 years ago in Poets
Sugarcane fields
I remember that day. The sunset sat on the edge of the world and a canvas of the sky was the view. Redefined sight, my pie-crusted eye's awoke to a mosaic window where a grown-man lies could do no harm.
By ShondaWho2 years ago in Poets
Indigenous Woman
I can understand that in your eyes the glass should be half empty; for you've savored what would be enough before placing it on your coffee table.
By ShondaWho2 years ago in Poets
YOU
The first spiral was in the womb. It came like a ferris-wheel, and there were no flashing lights, scenic view, or calling birds at the peak. I just spun. Out and into a sun that lacked yellow but shined white, you'd think that was the moment my wings grew.
By ShondaWho3 years ago in Poets
Gender Lust
How boys love: He left pieces of her laid out on his mother's carpet. Like the last toys he forgot to clean up before supper.
By ShondaWho5 years ago in Poets
The Jewel of the Orient
Scales sharpened at the knife of love. You've only given me gaze. Teeth too rigid for words of comfort. You've only given me a grin.
By ShondaWho5 years ago in Poets
Déja Vu
I rely on the figment of my flight to fancy on paper. I rely on the fonts to flavor the content of my scrolls But how do I know my poetic politics solve Pandora's box?
By ShondaWho5 years ago in Poets
Sweet Music
I confess! I know how to play the piano. My ears desiring, when my fingers touch white & black keys. Together — making a savory soul dance.
By ShondaWho7 years ago in Poets

ShondaWho

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The Unknown

Morning Breath

The Rearview

Goodmorning

Sugarcane fields

Indigenous Woman

YOU

Gender Lust

The Jewel of the Orient

Déja Vu

Sweet Music

Stories (11/0)