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			<title>Plea</title>
			<description>Post break up thoughts...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/1906723/</link>
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			<title>After All/Things Lost In The Fire</title>
			<description>Trying to love yourself and someone you care for deeply with what you have left...*After a lifetime of ill and foul treatment*After losing a child and having to fight to parent the new one in peace constantly defending my motherhood and still paying for something I already paid for by way of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/1906721/</link>
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			<title>The Beast</title>
			<description>A snapshot expose into life as an NYC homeless shelter resident when you are there with your children. Work in progress. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/1902887/</link>
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			<title>PAIN</title>
			<description>Only the PAIN is REAL.All the moments spent scratching, clawing and fighting for joy like a flower bud breaking ground to meet the sun for the VERY first time...life has thrown every disrespectful indignity imaginable at me. And though I still stand, it's on shaky but stubborn and determined legs,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/1644499/</link>
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			<title>Your Love</title>
			<description>Concept around false, fake, phony, fickle love...the song &quot;Slowly, Surely&quot; by Jill Scott comes to mind as I was reflecting on my own feelings around the experiences that fueled my inspiration.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/729841/</link>
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			<title>DETOX</title>
			<description>luke173ministries.org &amp; my own personal experiences as an abused child and abused adult in my family and other personal relationships ranging from dating, marriage, friendships and ministries.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/729836/</link>
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			<title>Eulogy of Apology</title>
			<description>Sometimes you have to give relationships, circumstances, legacies, false ideals, false beliefs and false identities...the gift of goodbye, a burial...A EULOGY!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/726888/</link>
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			<title>PROOF</title>
			<description>I am the proof thatfairytales don't always exist in the world of a black womanI am the evidence thatall your best intentions didn't exactly pan out as expectedYou take offense atevery Perry flick&amp;nbsp;Beefin' that he'sbashing the brothas again&amp;nbsp;But where were you when..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/726880/</link>
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			<title>Flowers</title>
			<description>An idea around the methodology of abuse &amp; domestic violence. This is piece intended to invoke thought and self-reflection on choices in relationships as well as methods by which conflicts are resolved</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/726816/</link>
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			<title>STARTING BEHIND</title>
			<description>STARTING&amp;hellip;BEHIND&amp;nbsp;Since birth I started from behindProduct of parents still kids themselves, with self-absorbed, selfish minds.Still stupid &amp;amp; parentally blindI was born starting from behind&amp;nbsp;Roller-skating with one skateThrough school &amp;amp; my youthTrying to make se..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/392027/</link>
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			<title>I CALL YOU...</title>
			<description>a poem written after reading a diary entry about my mother from 2001.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/388113/</link>
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			<title>racism</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;RACISM&amp;hellip;.&amp;nbsp;Turns the giving into the selfishTurns the hopeful into the bitter and disillusionedTurns the joyful into the enragedTurns the resilient into the weary and burdened Turns the congenial into the combativeTurns the righteous into the reproachedTurns..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/384060/</link>
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			<title>ReBirth</title>
			<description>How in the F*%$ did I end up here???!!&amp;nbsp;I mean, he tells me whatever I want to know&amp;hellip;probably not the whole story but we talk about everything.&amp;nbsp;He&amp;rsquo;s the first man that I&amp;rsquo;ve known that was an open book to me.&amp;nbsp;Whatever I ask him, he shares.&amp;nbsp;Even the things that..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/384059/</link>
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			<title>STEALING MY SMILE</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Stealing My Smile&amp;nbsp;Ever wonder how you can steal someone&amp;rsquo;s smile?Simply apply systematic racist and discriminatory pressures and don&amp;rsquo;t let go.&amp;nbsp;Malign and maim is the name of this gameAll for the spoils of your sanity, joy and your good name.&amp;nbsp;No matte..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/384056/</link>
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			<title>I WONDER</title>
			<description>I wonder if whites ever wonder what its like to be meTo wonder if someone truly likes you as a personOr merely tolerates your presence because of political correctnessI wonder if they ever think of how it feels to realizeThe hidden intent behind someone&amp;rsquo;s antagonistic hostilityThe ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/384054/</link>
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			<title>DEBUG</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m tired of the viruses of life&amp;rsquo;s chaos crashing my quest for normalcy.&amp;nbsp;I don&amp;rsquo;t know if I can take having to hit the backspace or delete key on another of my hearts desires.&amp;nbsp;My orphaned hearts hard drive has gone through defrag far too many times and I&amp;rsquo;m begi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/384052/</link>
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			<title>I HAVE LEARNED</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I Have LearnedI have learned commitment from the uncommitted.I have learned to love from those who have hated me.I have learned loyalty from continual abandonment.I have learned kindness from the most unkind.I have learned longsuffering from the tyrannically intolerant.I ha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/384049/</link>
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			<title>WHAT WE'VE BECOME</title>
			<description>By Rashida Seales Page 1 12/28/06What We&amp;rsquo;ve BecomeWe&amp;rsquo;ve become so cold and self-righteousHaughty and high-mindedEver prying eyes judging according to what we can or can&amp;rsquo;t seeModern-day David&amp;rsquo;s with our smooth stones and a sling shotOnly we&amp;rsquo;re not slaying..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/384047/</link>
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			<title>THE CLOTHES WE WEAR</title>
			<description>Criticism wears different clothes when the skin color is darkerSimple words frame comments laced with insinuations andMaliciously placed inferences to envelope neat tidy, racially incendiary insultsMeant to deliver and strike with force at the sensitivities of the sensitive, the broken, the re..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/384046/</link>
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			<title>love looks good on you</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Love Looks Good On You&amp;nbsp;When disrespect has given way to contempt for fellow manRemember&amp;hellip;that Love looks good on youWhen your character is assassinated and your integrity hung daily from the gallowsRemember&amp;hellip;that Love looks good on you&amp;nbsp;Wh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/384041/</link>
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			<title>COMMITMENT ISSUES</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Commitment Issues&amp;nbsp;You know I don&amp;rsquo;t trust anyone with my heart,Yet You lay Yours before meYou know I don&amp;rsquo;t trust others to have my backYet you continuously uphold me with Your righteous right hand&amp;nbsp;You know my heart is broken beyond repairYet you shower ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/384037/</link>
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			<title>NOT A MAN</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;YOU ARE NOT A MAN&amp;nbsp;For the Fathers Day you abandoned me all alone with our growing childFor every time you lied to me and repeatedly slept aroundFor every night I wept myself to sleepWondering what I did wrong for you to do this to meHow dare you&amp;hellip;call yourself a man...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/384033/</link>
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			<title>WHY WE CAN'T BE....MY CELIBACY</title>
			<description>for all those trifling would-be suitors everywhere!!! LOL</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/384031/</link>
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			<title>God&amp;#2013266066;s Hands, God&amp;#2013266066;s Feet, Pt. I</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You are the eyes that see our pain,You are the hearts that move with compassion for our struggles,&amp;nbsp;You are the hands that serveYou are the minds endowed with perspective,&amp;nbsp;You have the feet that are willing to walk in the shoes of others,To know..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/384029/</link>
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			<title>SPACE</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;A dream killer you wereUsing psychological manipulationTo undermine my dreamsYou discouraged me from finishing school, pursuing a modeling career.Jealous that I was a better student than you.You pushed away my dreams, my family and my friends,My life, to make room for you..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/384028/</link>
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			<title>THAT WOMAN</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I was the woman you could have loved then,The tall, the dark, the bold and the beautiful.Sassy and naughtyCollegiate, sororityStarry-eyed, ambitiousKnowledge, poverty, fearDriven for my success.&amp;nbsp;To be, to striveTo conduct as though aliveMy life to the fullestA tr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/384027/</link>
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			<title>ALONE</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ALONE?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; IF THE JOURNEY TO YOUR GOAL &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/384026/</link>
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			<title>Good Enough, Pt. II</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;How can I be good enough?&amp;rdquo; I ask myself,To win your affections?&amp;nbsp;My ego craves your attention,My heart your affection,My mind your devotion,My life your connection,Yet I find no indication of acceptance or validation from you.&amp;nbsp;I notice the kind of women that..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/384025/</link>
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			<title>Good Enough, Pt. I</title>
			<description>Am I to blame?For being born the color that I am?Intelligent, classy, witty, sensuousFeminine, beautiful Black woman.&amp;nbsp;Am I to blame?For your inability to appreciateThat melanin beauty that we both share?That ancestral tie that connects you and I?&amp;nbsp;Am I to blame?For..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/384024/</link>
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			<title>Don&amp;#2013266066;t Wanna Be</title>
			<description>I don&amp;rsquo;t wanna be that girl you won&amp;rsquo;t claimI don&amp;rsquo;t wanna be the one next to you with no name&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;I don&amp;rsquo;t wanna be the one you use to take away your lonelinessI don&amp;rsquo;t wanna be that temporary &amp;ldquo;Love Jones&amp;rdquo; fix&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;I don&amp;rsquo;t wann..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilGyrl/384011/</link>
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