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  • Why I Still Write Poetry??

    August 4th, 2023

    Outside two sidewalks over, I never see the butterflies across the street star- lighted wing-dancers flopping from tree to tree, and their limbs are delicate as paper is to poetry. 

    Poetry for me is a way of releasing my trauma from myself. And I didn’t just want to release myself from trauma, and  burden the world with more problems, seeing the world is already troubled over with aromas, a platitudes of miseries.

    I wanted a way to detoxify my soul. And then fill it in with something that satisfies me. Something that provides healing, and in return , heals worlds like me.

    Poetry has brought me back off of the edge of so many fallen cliffs. Poetry has given me ways of reflecting inwardly, and seeing myself fiercely, as God would see me. That I am someone, I could love again, a thousand times. And yes, I am someone worth saving. Your ~Poet Krissy Mosley

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  • Day 28 #WritingMyselfWhole: Freedom

    May 28th, 2022

    I’m right where I’m supposed to be and this is what freedom feels like

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  • Day24 #WritingMyselfWhole: If Nothing Else I’m Still Here

    May 24th, 2022

    I almost didn’t write today. I almost allowed my distractions to get the best of me. I almost felt like giving up was the answer. However giving up is never the answer.  So I came back to the page. I came back to the place of hope. I came back to try again. I came back to say, I’m still here. I’m still writing. I’m still trying.

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    In the words of Toni Morrison “Freeing yourself was one thing claiming ownership of the freed self was another.” If nothing else I claim myself worthy of being free. I claim myself worthy to come again and again to the page.

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  • Rise up my Soul: (part 2) aka if I don’t talk about it, who will?

    July 2nd, 2021

    created and spoken by the author of this blog

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  • Prayer & Freedom( our tears to God’s Ear)

    January 3rd, 2021
    Author of this blog Krissy Mosley…

    In a moment when our lives feel threaten,

    and rage blows her timely cords…

    We will press that rage into praise

    and press our tears into songs of freedom…

    your, kindness sister Krissy🖤🖤

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  • Poetry 101 One Sentence

    March 17th, 2020

    Poetry has become my home and my owning the darkness has shown me the light. ~kindness sister Krissy

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  • Having You There Makes the Difference: In other words – We Need You to Imagine…

    February 24th, 2020

    Re-imagining myself as a writer, by grace, I am alive. Writing the script of my life -sifting through warm, dark, soil. Tending to the lumps that shape pages, where I’ve been, where I’m headed, how I’m still changing.

    On the morning of discover,

    I am the afro-haired girl

    with friends of freedom,

    we are soulmates,

    in good company, we are miracles of change,

    aggrandized gold, sprouting through the cracks

    bountiful seedlings, dancing across the Alantic,

    arising, gas-lighting stars bursting with higher thinking

    bursting outside, with ladders of forgiveness.

    kindness is our resource,

    love is, its native power

    hope is our brother

    wisdom is our Mother

    riding on the wings of the Cardinal

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