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Sounds of Morning

Greeted by an alarm clock that deafen my ears

Stretching to make an 180 degree alignment with my arms

Sweet sounds of chirping birds are joyous to hear

As I birth life with fire from my yawn

I sit up and examine the entire room

Looking for something new to appear

A picture of an African Queen stares at me with gloom

As my heart is suddenly filled with a gist of fear

I am alone in my own thoughts, left to drown

Deep breaths seclude me from the walking dead

My thoughts come to a halt, they slow down

As I am quarantined by myself from the thoughts in my head

The clock has struck 8 and I’m trapped in a stance

My mind has begun to play tricks on me

Time has escaped me and has entered the kingdom

As I then prepare to lessen my freedom



I'm a native of Chicago, IL and I currently reside here. I graduated from Jackson State University with my B.S. in Criminal Justice and I received my MBA from American Intercontinental University. I'm also an actress, writer, director and a blogger.

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