In Shock
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I Don’t Know Why I Remember…
I don’t know why I remember walking down the streets of New York with my mom and my friend Stephanie when I was 14-years-old. It was mid- February, right after the September 11th attacks, the air was frigidly cold, and the streets were empty. That sounds like an oxymoron for New York. Still, there were…
The Perspective Part III: Sabrina
Every morning Jackson opens the door to my room, and he walks in, speaking to me as if I can respond; he smiles, inhales, and then exhales with a great sense of relief and pleasure. He walks to the window, on the newly installed carpet, the new fibers between his toes clearly amuses his soul.…
The Perspective Part II: The Narrator
The Narrator Jackson wakes up every morning at the same time and goes through his daily routine. He finds his bathrobe and cozy slippers and makes his way around the house, opening all of the curtains to let the sun naturally brighten and warm up his home. Jackson starts with his room, first the…
The Perspective Part I: Jackson
Every morning I stumble out of bed, throw on my bathrobe, and go through my daily routine. Before heading to the kitchen for breakfast, I like to open up just about all of the curtains in the entire house, starting with my bedroom. I enjoy having the natural light liven up the place. After I…
Trademarks and Social Media Movements: #BlackGirlMagic
Originally featured on Funderburg Law website. In April, I scrolled through my Instagram timeline and noticed a follower I had never seen before. When I clicked on the unfamiliar name, ​@sellflove_​, the page had one photo which made me a little suspicious. But I looked a bit closer, and I quickly realized that it was…
Rest. Wander. Understand.
As I quest for self realization and journey into the deep, I seem to find more answers in my sleep. This must be why the devil tries to keep me awake, to shield me from truths he cannot take. The body needs rest and the spirit needs to wander so the mind can understand. Everything…
Inferno
The love I have for you comes attached with the pain you caused. I now understand that time doesn’t heal wounds; it just makes them hurt a lot less. But that pain you caused manifested into hate, then one day I realized that hating you was hurting nobody but me. So, I chose to forgive.…
Night Demons
I can’t sleep. Night demons scratching at my back once again; Taunting me. Even when I close my eyes, they don’t get the message that they’re not welcome. Unwanted, uninvited pests, lurking through my thoughts, flipping through my conscious, reading aloud the crumbled up and tossed out pages of my life. annunciating each and EVERY…
What is Freedom?
There is something about water. The ocean, the waves, the sound, the sway, the ebb, and flow. It goes every which way because it can and there’s nothing anybody can do about it either. Its freedom. Water is Freedom.
S T R I P
He was exposed; already naked. He told me it was my turn to strip. I hesitated, then loosened my shoulders, removing the weight of the world. He told me to keep going. So, I slowly turned around as my insecurities fell to the floor. He told me to keep going. So, I walked toward him,…
Aging: Is it a Look or a Feeling?
I had a weird moment while looking at myself in the mirror. I have been looking at the same face for as long as I can remember. I have the same smile, the same light in my eyes; it’s a little bizarre. You see, I thought when we age, or at least when a decade…
The Fury Beneath the Sane Surface
I don’t know how to be open anymore. I would like to be, but spiritually, it’s exhausting. I’ve done it already, and it turned out to be a waste of my time. The thought of tapping into the parts of me that made me who I am and explaining its relevancy appears to be redundantly…
The Countdown
I wrote this essay in July of 2015 while attending Chabot College. It amazes me to see how far technology has come since then versus now.
PMDD: The Acronym that Saved my Life
This piece I wrote was featured in Reclamation Magazine https://reclamationmagazine.com/2019/02/11/pmdd-the-acronym-that-saved-my-life/
…And I’ll Show and Tell You Mine
I dont want perfection Show me the scratches, bruises, and broken pieces of what use to be something whole Show me the defects, faded scars, stitches, deep cuts; I want to see it all. Tell me the pain below the surface, the things that haunt your soul, the demons that violently tap on your shoulder…
Always Forward
She is always in constant motion. Forward is her only direction. Forward is her only protection against the pass that attempts to haunt her future. Her mind ebbs and flows like the ocean. Back-and-forth to make a choice. Back-and-forth to find her voice to be loud enough to drown the whispers of what used to…
Corinne the Writer 