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August | 2016 | rare
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Original stories from a limited creative. Monthly Archives: August 2016. From Shame to Creating Safe Spaces. August 5, 2016. It was this shirt. This is a conversation we find ourselves having multiple times. Why is it indecent that I wear a tank top but it’s completely fine for Mark to do it? How do my arms differ from his? Do they not perform the same function? Why is it that I am made to feel less for who I am as female? Why do I have to suffer as victim when it is you who has. It’s by understanding th...
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January | 2016 | rare
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Original stories from a limited creative. Monthly Archives: January 2016. January 27, 2016. To the lover – http:/ wp.me/p3pZXV-4A. January 21, 2016. For those girls like me who need a little reminder. Write Anjola, Write. So for the past few daysI’ve been thinking of how I always say I shouldn’t care about what other people say or think about me. On both my weight and my type of personbut the truth is,I can’t . From Shame to Creating Safe Spaces. This is not a suicide note. Listen, it’s your victory.
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It’s Been A Long Time Since Last June | rare
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Original stories from a limited creative. It’s Been A Long Time Since Last June. June 17, 2016. Last June, I was stuck on you. Last June, I choked up every time your name came up. Last June, you were my every waking thought and the last thing on my mind before I fell asleep. Last June, every smile you sent my way made my hands shake with excitement. Last June, the sound of my name from your lips made my whole week. Last June, I saw stars when you held my hand. Literally. Last June, I was in love. Listen,...
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This is not a suicide note. | rare
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Original stories from a limited creative. This is not a suicide note. August 3, 2016. If you’re reading this it means I finally did it. It means I took life’s misery and chucked it in the Sea. It means I finally decided I’d had enough of the sadness burying me alive. It means if you called my phone, all you’d get is the voicemail telling you to find me at the beach. It means my pillow finally gets a break from all the quiet tears. It means I finally decided I wanted out. It means I got tired. Yes, I am.
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Help Me. | rare
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Original stories from a limited creative. December 20, 2015. Last night, Aisha crawled into my bed with tears in her eyes. 8220;Help me” she said, there were tears in her eyes and my heart broke because I’d seen that look once. That look that haunted me every time I looked in the mirror and saw hollow empty eyes staring back. 8220;Help me” she repeated and in that moment I understood very well everything she was feeling. 8220;Help me” she croaked. 8220;Help me” her eyes pleaded. 2 responses ». You are co...
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November | 2015 | rare
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Original stories from a limited creative. Monthly Archives: November 2015. 나는 당신 좋아하지, I’m not a poet. November 19, 2015. I like it when you hold my hand and that warm zing-y feeling snakes up my arm. I like how you hold on tighter even when my hands clam up. I like it when you kiss me. That toe curling, circuit frying feeling. How you manage to taste like chocolate viju everytime, what’s the deal with that nasty beverage though? How is it that it feels like my bones are melting into my blood? Again we&#...
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This is not a suicide note. | rare
https://ariyikeaa.wordpress.com/2016/08/03/this-is-not-a-suicide-note
Original stories from a limited creative. This is not a suicide note. August 3, 2016. If you’re reading this it means I finally did it. It means I took life’s misery and chucked it in the Sea. It means I finally decided I’d had enough of the sadness burying me alive. It means if you called my phone, all you’d get is the voicemail telling you to find me at the beach. It means my pillow finally gets a break from all the quiet tears. It means I finally decided I wanted out. It means I got tired. Yes, I am.
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December | 2015 | rare
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Original stories from a limited creative. Monthly Archives: December 2015. Pens, Pencils & Paper. December 28, 2015. New staionery excites me. The smell of crispy fresh paper, the sleek strokes of the pencil across the page, the mesmerizing ‘biro blue’ of the pen, and the reckless confidence that that rubbery eraser gives me. I stare at that blank piece of paper and my body starts to vibrate excitedly. Look, it’s a new canvas! What, oh what, shall I write this time around? Do I write about mangoes? 8220;...
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Original stories from a limited creative. From Shame to Creating Safe Spaces. August 5, 2016. It was this shirt. This is a conversation we find ourselves having multiple times. Why is it indecent that I wear a tank top but it’s completely fine for Mark to do it? How do my arms differ from his? Do they not perform the same function? Why is it that I am made to feel less for who I am as female? Why do I have to suffer as victim when it is you who has. My anatomy as it was created to be? It’s by understandi...
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Listen, it’s your victory. | rare
https://ariyikeaa.wordpress.com/2016/06/19/listen-its-your-victory
Original stories from a limited creative. Listen, it’s your victory. June 19, 2016. Did you hear that? Of course you didn’t. You weren’t listening. Now, really, listen…. Keep still. Listen. Do you hear it now? The sound of the wind rustling through the trees? Even the trees acknowledge His greatness. There’s no one like Him. Not even close. Can you hear it? They’ve created a rythm of their own, music that only exists for you to enjoy. No this time really really listen. Quiet. Very very carefully listen.
