Submissions by Ewayne
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Ain't Nobody coming
We all waiting.
For a sign. For a savior.
For the stars to align, for the right time,
for some kinda miracle to show up
and make sense of this mess we call life.
But what if nobody’s coming?
What if the hands you been reaching for
are the same ones you got folded in your lap?
See, we been conditioned to crave,
to feel like we missing something.
That next job, next love, next feeling,
like there’s a piece of the puzzle
forever slipping between our fingers.
But who told you that you weren’t already whole?
That the answer...
For a sign. For a savior.
For the stars to align, for the right time,
for some kinda miracle to show up
and make sense of this mess we call life.
But what if nobody’s coming?
What if the hands you been reaching for
are the same ones you got folded in your lap?
See, we been conditioned to crave,
to feel like we missing something.
That next job, next love, next feeling,
like there’s a piece of the puzzle
forever slipping between our fingers.
But who told you that you weren’t already whole?
That the answer...
#courage
#happiness
#hope
#motivational
#strength
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To My Two Little Kings
I know you wonder.
I know you ask, in whispers or in silence,
"Why did Mama leave?"
"Why couldn’t she take us too?"
Let me tell you, my loves...I never left you.
I just had to find a way to live.
Seventeen years, I fought.
Fought for love, for family, for a home
that no longer held me.
The walls got too tight,
the air too thin,
and if I stayed, I would have disappeared.
And what good is a mother who is only a shadow?
I left you with him...not because I wanted to,
but because I had to trust the man ...
I know you ask, in whispers or in silence,
"Why did Mama leave?"
"Why couldn’t she take us too?"
Let me tell you, my loves...I never left you.
I just had to find a way to live.
Seventeen years, I fought.
Fought for love, for family, for a home
that no longer held me.
The walls got too tight,
the air too thin,
and if I stayed, I would have disappeared.
And what good is a mother who is only a shadow?
I left you with him...not because I wanted to,
but because I had to trust the man ...
#children
#hope
#motherhood
#separation
#son
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She Stands Alone, Yet Never Alone
Alone I stand in Miami,
One-bedroom dreams, a downsize from a life I once knew.
Four-bedroom echoes still whisper in my mind,
But here...here, I am free.
The ocean hums my name like it’s always known me,
Like it’s been waiting for me to wake up.
Sunrise kisses the waves like they belong together,
Like they’ve never known separation
And I wonder, is that what I’m learning?
To belong to myself, fully.
To trust that even when I feel alone,
I am exactly where I am meant to be.
Dreams I once scribbled in secret
Became my...
One-bedroom dreams, a downsize from a life I once knew.
Four-bedroom echoes still whisper in my mind,
But here...here, I am free.
The ocean hums my name like it’s always known me,
Like it’s been waiting for me to wake up.
Sunrise kisses the waves like they belong together,
Like they’ve never known separation
And I wonder, is that what I’m learning?
To belong to myself, fully.
To trust that even when I feel alone,
I am exactly where I am meant to be.
Dreams I once scribbled in secret
Became my...
#gratitude
#happiness
#hope
#memories
#SelfReflection
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The Girl Who Ran
Small hands, big eyes,
A little Black girl in a world too heavy for her bones.
A world that didn’t feel like hers,
A body that didn’t feel like home.
She moved through life like a shadow,
Silent, unseen,
Scared of the darkness that crept into her room at night,
That smelled like liquor and sweat and evil.
She had no words for what happened to her,
No voice to scream,
Only silence,
Only the sound of her breath disappearing into nothing.
Her mother was always working,
Always gone,
And when she was home,
Her hands were...
A little Black girl in a world too heavy for her bones.
A world that didn’t feel like hers,
A body that didn’t feel like home.
She moved through life like a shadow,
Silent, unseen,
Scared of the darkness that crept into her room at night,
That smelled like liquor and sweat and evil.
She had no words for what happened to her,
No voice to scream,
Only silence,
Only the sound of her breath disappearing into nothing.
Her mother was always working,
Always gone,
And when she was home,
Her hands were...
#abuse
#courage
#fear
#freedom
#spiritual
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She Rose in Power
I swear I died one day.
Not in a grave, not in the flesh,
But something in me left.
Like my spirit packed its bags and said,
"I can't live here no more."
Three years before the world shut down,
I was already a ghost in my own life,
Trapped in a body that ain’t feel like mine.
Seventeen years deep with love that outgrew me.
Since 11th grade, I called it home—
But home ain’t supposed to suffocate you.
One morning, I woke up,
And the love that held me together?
It felt like chains.
So I let it go. Had to.
And...
Not in a grave, not in the flesh,
But something in me left.
Like my spirit packed its bags and said,
"I can't live here no more."
Three years before the world shut down,
I was already a ghost in my own life,
Trapped in a body that ain’t feel like mine.
Seventeen years deep with love that outgrew me.
Since 11th grade, I called it home—
But home ain’t supposed to suffocate you.
One morning, I woke up,
And the love that held me together?
It felt like chains.
So I let it go. Had to.
And...
#courage
#faith
#inspirational
#spiritual
#strength
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She Was Never Alone
She was seven.
A little Black girl in a world too heavy for her small frame,
Too sharp for her soft hands,
Too cruel for a heart that only wanted love.
She didn’t belong...at least, that’s what it felt like.
Floating through her own life, a ghost in her own skin,
Scared. Lost. Disconnected.
The nights swallowed her whole,
Darkness pressed against her like an unwanted touch.
The world wasn’t safe.
The monsters weren’t just under the bed.
They had keys to the front door.
Spoke in whispers when Mama wasn’t home.
Mama was always...
A little Black girl in a world too heavy for her small frame,
Too sharp for her soft hands,
Too cruel for a heart that only wanted love.
She didn’t belong...at least, that’s what it felt like.
Floating through her own life, a ghost in her own skin,
Scared. Lost. Disconnected.
The nights swallowed her whole,
Darkness pressed against her like an unwanted touch.
The world wasn’t safe.
The monsters weren’t just under the bed.
They had keys to the front door.
Spoke in whispers when Mama wasn’t home.
Mama was always...
#courage
#emotions
#hope
#strength
#TimeHeals
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