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National Poetry Month – Day 3
Theme: Unwritten Rules Not every rule is spoken, but many are understood. We learn them through observation, correction, and consequence. How to behave. What to accept. What not to question. Some of these rules shape us, while others limit us. Today we explore the expectations we inherited, followed, and eventually challenged. ⸻ Prompt 1 – The Unwritten Rules Write a poem about expectations you learned without being directly taught. The things you picked up through tone, behavior, or experience. ⸻ Prompt 2 – Playing By Rules I Didn’t Agree To Write a poem about pressure to conform to standards you didn’t choose. The moments you followed rules that didn’t align with who you are. ⸻ Prompt 3 – Breaking the Rules, What Broke Me Write a poem about rejecting expectations that no longer serve you. What did it take to unlearn them, and what did it cost?
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They said it was for the best But that night I layed down on the couch, a part of me digressed, and I can’t get that back. I always questioned things, unless it was a sign of disrespect Never conforming to the norm, just conforming to protect. Not even me But the image of those who said it was for the best. They would never want the baby to become a statistic. Drowning in y’all image And yall didn’t even stop to ask me if I was ok When my soul has never stopped depleting. Cry’s from my baby’s eyes, I never stop seeing As her face fades away while her hands keep reaching I couldn’t protect her because my protector interceded Talking bout it’s for the best Do they really believe that shit? It was for the best to make me one less To live and forget The day of my Armageddon “Cause even when I dream of you, the sweetest dream will never do, I still miss you baby and I don’t wanna miss a thang” I couldn’t even get a window seat to 1 memory Not one smile Not one kiss When I just wanna be with you, right here with you, Just like this… I cry for no reason Smoke and drank like life has no meaning When my insides is screaming Let that be the reason Raped of my meaning by those to whom I’ve always been clinging. “It’s for the best” How could you ever fix yo lips to say it? Your mind to think it? Your heart to play a part, and then just relinquish it? When I’m crying on the inside and out Deliberating with demons Demons that were never addressed After my baby undressed her last laugh, her last breath Her innocence forgot Severed before birth from her mother’s loving grip. The experience is worst than slave ships and slave masters Detaching mothers from their kids On auction blocks being sold off to the highest bid And you say it was for the best Well, the best part of me is dead Something no pen or journaling will ever innerstand Baby, I never meant to consent, but I also never questioned when it was a sign of disrespect And mommy sorry for that The only thing I regret
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@Michelle Cox I appreciate that, although it was no easy task. It’s seems like the initial release makes you light until you start processing. That’s when you realize how heavy you actually are
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Sweet Sleep of the Blue Pill
12/2025 I chose the quiet lie the one that tucks me in at night, soft as lullabies my mother used to hum before I knew the world had teeth. I let the mirror blur my edges, called distortion peace, called avoidance healing, called silence strength. In this world, nothing cuts too deep truth wears a mask, and pain is edited out before it learns my name. I sip denial like warm tea, let it coat my throat so I never have to say what aches. Because knowing, really knowing comes with a cost I am not ready to pay. So I stay here, in curated sunlight, where shadows behave and questions don’t echo. Tell me I’m okay even if I’m not. Tell me this is enough even if it isn’t. Because tonight, I don’t want awakening— I want rest.
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“called avoidance healing” 🫰🏿🫰🏿🫰🏿
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Trickster-Text Thursday
Trickster-Text Thursday Linguistic Disturbance Post one to five line where language bends, slips, or misbehaves. Short. Witty. Unpolished. Topic: Money Here’s My Offering: I create peace and war.. Destroyed character and life's for greed.. Buried for resurrection.. bled on for protection Your life is body armor in my time of need.. GhoZT STorieZ 👻 #luxintenebris
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If I had a penny for every time I thought I was the best version of me, It would create an asteroid belt that would fold and explode from the heaviness of my hearts gravity.
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Tall Latisha (noun)
Stop if you heard this one Tee Tee came home from work and stopped by Taco Bell Let's just say the meal wasn't adding up in her stomach... Her Man .....Ray-Ray was at the Playstation playing the game She ran past him went in the bathroom and called out "" Ray-Ray bring me some Tall Latisha " He said " i dont know a Tall Latisha " " stopped cheating with them basketball babes long time ago "..... Tee Tee said " Naw....aint none here with me" ..... he jumped up and kicked the door open...threw some "Tall Latisha " in and sat down! They been married for "Sebben" years... Or whatever she said.... ©️thelyricalexodus #tresduravia
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There’s a smile I been waiting on 👏🏿
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Topic Poll!
As always, we invite our members to contribute their thoughts and ideas on the next releases. Using One Word, please comment on what the next mini course be about. I.e. — Parenting, Money Management, Gardening, Self Sufficiency, Conflict Resolution, etc. We will take the top two and release one course this month and next month.
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Processing trauma, what do we do after journaling?
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@tiara-nelson-1598
I’m not a rapper, I just rhyme and politic, it’s just rhythm and poetry with rhythm and prolificness.
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