Ragne's Abyss
A look into my mind and an understanding of my soul.
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A thought has just occurred to me. Why is the feminine body so heavily demonized? A body that is loved and can create life is demonized and made the villain in society. I also don’t understand why a woman loving her body enough to embrace it through clothing is seen as “slutty”. To love your…
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A very known phenomenon that I am familiar with is the masculinization of black women. Heavily, they are seen as more aggressive and less feminine, especially when compared to other races of women. I’ve seen this topic discussed numerous times, mainly through short articles or video essays—but there’s a specific trait when it comes to…
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07 My hair, with its sheep coils Submerged in dark oils Never to unravel, in its threatening form Protecting itself from ivory storms My crown, never to be shaken My skin, mimicked by surroundings mirrors Used by lands beyond my own Soil I had never known My nose, oh my nose Tainted by the tongue…
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05 The green fields of America leave me stranded Chasing after a life I can not manage With the aspirations too high to climb I’m left in a loop, a circle, a pie Of uncertainty of the future to come With unfulfilled promises from the ton I receive small emoluments From masters who earn the…
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04 Green stems, brown bark Amber hues and fire sparks How beautiful nature can be Coming in all shades, hues, and colors How strong and resilient she is, our mother Yellow petals, blue skies It’s arctic reflection shown in our eyes Red fires, sapphire storms It need not to be adorned For its beauty speaks…
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03 Rain, how gentle you are The crystal drops you leave amongst my car Tiny gifts that sparkle like stars The happiness you bring leaves me drunken Far more than any bar Oh, how gentle you are But how harsh you can be With the cold that you bring, leaving me to freeze Low temperatures…
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02 Love comes in so many shapes and sizes With baskets full of gifts and prizes The prize of having someone to love Whether romantic or not The gift of having someone who loves you Loves you enough to endure your pain Genuine love in no search for gain Love that brings tranquility to the…
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Greens, ham, potatoes Aromas from my youth, they’re fleeting Turkey, mac & cheese, yams Why doesn’t it smell the same, my favorite meals? The kitchen table’s empty but all the plates are full Sweet potato pie, the kind my mother makes The only thing that’s warm, sweet, savory Everything else matches the room Soul food,…
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Growing old has made me realize how much the world thrives off of perfectionism. It’s interesting because perfection is non-existent, yet we as humans work so hard to try to achieve it. A word that was created by an imperfect being is now sought after. I too chase after the idea of being perfect. The…
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The idea of having less makes me feel tranquil. I enjoy looking at photos of rooms that have little to no furniture. Decorations don’t crowd the walls in a bedroom, and there’s only a lamp or two brightening the space. Images like that make me feel good. I’ve tried to dig deep within myself to…
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