The Reflection Room

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  • To the Girls Entering their 20 Somethings…

    To the Girls Entering their 20 Somethings…

    March 30th was my half birthday. I have been 20 for half a year. I spent the beginning of my teenage years dreaming about what it means to be 20. I even mapped out each year of my twenties and knew I had an ample amount of time to fulfill these dreams. However, before I knew it my teenage years slowly faded away, like the sun preparing for nightfall. All that is left are memories playing back like movie highlights while adulthood concrete itself. It’s a weird feeling because my friends are already turning 21 while I just hit the halfway mark. It’s also because my mind finds it difficult to grasp the concept of no longer having the ability to be a teen. I don’t feel any different than I did when “teen” was still a part of my age, but it is the point of no return.

    The plan I created for my twenties began with moving out at 18, being in a committed relationship during college, and graduating college by 21. Once I graduate, I will have a successful career, marriage with my college boyfriend by 23, have kids by 24 to 28, and the rest doesn’t matter then. That plan is the epitome of being young and dumb. That’s not to say that some of those things won’t happen, however, the reality is settling in.

    SZA touches on this understanding in her song titled 20 something. She says,  “How could it be? 20 something, all alone still, Not a thing in my name. Ain’t got nothin’, runnin’ from love. Only know fear. That’s me, Ms. 20 Something. Ain’t got nothin’, runnin’ from love. Wish you were here, oh.” – SZA

    You need a certain amount of money, life experiences, and a sense of responsibility to move out that I truly didn’t have at 18. I also realize that 23 is only two years away and my college love life is unstable and non-existent. I have to find a way to fall in love, be in a four year committed relationship, get proposed to, and get married in two years. That’s an impossible mission. 

    Due to social media, my generation is plagued with fake realities that eat away at our self-esteem and perception. We think we’re supposed to have figured it out, but we’re not. Plans are good to have but life happens. I fight the urge to quit my job every other week. I am learning what I won’t tolerate from people. I’m accepting the fact my friends and I can’t spend 8 hours together like we used to do in high school. I still crave the luxury of childhood while enjoying the freedom of adulthood. I’m learning to be present and behave accordingly to reach my goals. Basically, I’m learning the “20 somethings” are for the wild nights, broke pockets, mess ups, and figuring out. 

    “Stuck in them 20 somethings, stuck in them 20 somethings. Good luck on them 20 somethings. Good luck on them 20 somethings. But God bless these 20 somethings. Hopin’ my 20 somethings won’t end. Hopin’ to keep the rest of my friends, Prayin’ the 20 somethings don’t kill me, kill me.” – SZA

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  • I am still Black without Struggle

    I am still Black without Struggle

    It’s 8 pm on a random Thursday night. My best friend and I spent the day dragging our feet through dreadful lectures, getting stomped out by the stress of finals, and trying our best to enjoy bland dining hall food. Because our dorm is the only place we can escape, we immediately returned and began our nightly routine. Since the beginning of the semester, we chose to watch three to four episodes of a new or old series that we loved every night. This month was the CW series called All American. While she set up her laptop, I cleared my desk. Then we bunched in front of my desk, sitting in the rugged wooden chairs the school provided, just to watch the episodes. This routine was a simple pleasure that we enjoyed sharing. It was a breath of fresh air—a moment for us to alleviate any heavy thinking and even heavy feeling. 

    For at least an hour, we fully immersed ourselves in the lives and drama of the show’s fictional characters. But being engaged in this show became complex and frustrating during that night’s episodes. If you are not familiar, All American is a show with a majority Black cast inspired by the life story of NFL Superbowl Champion Spencer Paysinger. It follows the high school football phenom Spencer James and his friends from South Central LA and Beverly Hills. It is, what you may call, the typical teenage, family, high school, sports drama tv show. It’s full of love triangles, school rivalries, and a whole lot of “I don’t know which college I will go to.” However, since the 2020 BLM protest, issues of race have been broadcasted in every form of media and business. Businesses like clothing brands, food brands, sports companies, social media platforms— you name it.  They all have released statements acknowledging race and pledged to be more inclusive for their Black audiences. The film and media business doesn’t fall short of this same demonstration. That night, the episodes we watched included a police shooting of a young Black girl from Spencer’s neighborhood. They spent the episodes exploring protest, intense trials, racial targeting, etc.

    Now, I know you may be wondering why I am not a fan of this type of demonstration but hear me out. In no way am I saying that I hate talking about issues of racial inequalities, and I don’t want it on television. It is a great way to spark the right conversations about race and racism. However, how often do I have to watch a movie or show about the same topics? How many episodes dedicated to race need to be made to inform others? They give us slavery portrayals, civil rights stories, BLM reenactments, police brutality, or just plain Black trauma when we ask for more representation. My best friend and I wanted to distract ourselves from reality, yet we were left triggered and reminded of what we can face as Black women. 

    I want to read and watch stories without being reminded that being Black, unfortunately, comes with the burden of racism and inequality. Princess Tiana wasn’t just a Disney princess. They included the fact that she struggled to afford her business, and her mother worked for a white family (Princess and the Frog). Netflix couldn’t make a movie about a smart Black girl inventing the time machine and leave it at that. They had to make her use it to go back in time to stop the police from killing her brother (See You Yesterday). Our version of Bonnie and Clyde wasn’t a daring drama about love and crime. It was about a Black couple on the run after killing a white cop (Queen and Slim). Where are the fun, happy, magical, exciting, daring, and innocent movies for us? I’m not saying they don’t exist, but it is less common and less promoted. It’s almost as if creators think that it’s not a Black story if it doesn’t have a racial struggle. We have worth telling only historical biopics, police brutality, or slavery.

    A piece of media can be salient to Black culture without highlighting racism or trauma. For example, Johnson Family Vacation, Fresh Prince, That’s So Raven, and Issa Rae’s Insecure is undeniably rich in Black culture without glorifying the racial injustices we endure. I want more of that. I want more content of Black people just living life. This desire is not to negate the history and significance of our struggles and how they may be helpful to the plot of a story. I know art imitates life, but can I dream of a world where racial inequality doesn’t exist? I’m exhausted. I strive to write the stories I want to see as a writer. I want to see more movies, books, and tv shows about Black nerds, Black vampires, Black royalty, quirky Black love without trauma. Fiction is all about dreams, imagination, and world-building, so why not use it just for that. 

  • Moving: On & Up!

    Moving: On & Up!

    As I maneuver through this journey called life, I feel like I’m living in a tv show that continues to get renewed for a new season. Maybe it’s the writer in me constantly romanticizing the world, but each season has a unique plot, a new theme, and new life lessons. I have learned many things throughout this year in a half hiatus. However, one of the main things I want to focus on is the art of healing and evolving. Now I’m not an expert, but I feel that learning how to progress is something everyone needs in their life. 

    People may ask, what is there to heal from if you are healthy and wealthy? 

    We fail to realize that healing isn’t just a physical process when sick and hurt. And we also fail to realize struggle can be more than financial. Overall, healing is a process to practice wholeness and achieve wellness in the mind, body, and spirit. Yes, success is essential and the goal. But how are we going to enjoy success if we are not wealthy in happiness? Or what about being rich in personal growth? 

    Sometimes the best way to learn how to swim and avoid drowning is to become aware and let yourself sink inside of the waters holding you down. Working through your issues and getting yourself together is the art of healing and the first step to a glow-up. Character development isn’t just a fiction device to make characters in a story more complex. This process is salient to life because it helps us to continue moving. In light of the new year, I made it a goal to constantly evolve and elevate for the better. 

    Before the end of my fall semester, my best friend and I weren’t feeling like ourselves, and we decided to draft an action plan. It was a necessary list for us because it helps paint the picture of how we want to be and what we will do to get there. It includes all the things we like to do that make us feel good, things we want to accomplish, and things we want to continue to do. Letting go of the things and the people that are not good for us. 

    I like to call that self-awareness and self-care. They are essential keys to this process. To be self-aware is to take time to acknowledge what happened, who you are, and what you need. Before you get treatment for sickness, you have to know the symptoms and the cause. It’s no different when restoring yourself. You don’t want to go into new opportunities, new relationships, and new experiences with baggage you haven’t dealt with. Figure out the moments that you are still negatively holding on to. Learn your triggers and your boundaries. Determine what things you need in your life to feel like your best and bring them to fruition. If we don’t, how else will we move on and move up? 

  • You Are Still THAT Girl!

    You Are Still THAT Girl!

    I was stuck in limbo and fought to get out. Stuck in the middle of two realities and felt a lot of uncertainties. I spent my days drifting through the white haze, not sure which direction will lead me to me. It’s a peculiar feeling to be stuck. You know, the stuck that’s like an old piece of gum to concrete. Struggling to pull the person I used to know down the road, which leads to who I will be. 

    It has been nearly two years since I last posted on my blog. That time away was unplanned yet very needed. My inspiration, creativity, and motivation were waning in all aspects of my life. There was a shift in my ever-changing world and I recently opened my eyes and began to notice it. After ending my freshman year early and moving back home, I had to adjust to the new ways of life. I started school from home, a new job, and even a business. But somehow I wasn’t feeling like D’Zaunta. 

    During that time, my friends and I constantly reminisced about the fun we had freshman year, pre-pandemic, innocently hoping for the best for the new year to come. But 2021 rolled in and became the true definition of a rollercoaster ride. There were a lot of highs with equivalent lows. I lost family members, I was not good at school anymore, I was not having fun anymore, relationships were being tested, ugly truths being revealed, and I still did not feel like me. I wouldn’t mistake this dissatisfaction that I felt for an identity crisis because I knew who I was. That’s an indubitable truth. However, this feeling became a problem when the person I knew wasn’t what I was experiencing anymore. So, the only way I knew how to fix this was to do the things that I used to do, hoping that I could grasp the euphoric feelings again. 

    “When I get to stay on campus again, I’ll feel more motivated and I’ll do better in school.” 

    “If we start going out and partying again, we would have more fun.”

    “If I’m not working, then I won’t be that stressed anymore and I can focus on school.”

    “ I used to enjoy talking to them, I should give them another chance.”

    Abort Mission!

    I convinced myself that if I did XYZ then things will feel the same. Those assumptions were nothing more than me trying to glue together a broken glass plate. The cracks and broken pieces were still there. I assumed that I was experiencing this feeling due to certain circumstances in my life coming to an abrupt end. However, all I have learned is that it’s because I am evolving. Doing the things that I used to doesn’t feel the same because I’m not the same. Now don’t get me wrong, I am still that girl. I still love all the things I use to love. However, there is a big difference between 18-year-old D’Zaunta and 20-year-old D’Zaunta and it’s called character development. 18-year-old me liked partying every weekend. But 20-year-old me enjoys doing something productive, traveling, or chilling with her friends and family. It was easy for 18-year-old D’Zaunta to just focus on school with little stress. However, 20-year-old D’Zaunta has bigger goals that require larger responsibilities. 

    To make a long story short… 

    Letting go of old habits, old people, and old attachments was key. The person I was trying to continue to be doesn’t exist anymore. The woman I am growing into is trying to be born. When we are left feeling suffocated by the past, we have to learn to breathe life into the future. That’s the whole point of life in my opinion. This process will also look different for everyone. Some may choose to let go and some may choose to remember things that shouldn’t have been forgotten. Whatever it may look like for you, the goal is to move on and move up to bigger and better things. So cheers to learning how to continue to be THAT girl!

  • Proud Daddy’s Girl

    Proud Daddy’s Girl

    My father and I were always very close. We’re still close but when I was younger we were inseparable. He was my hero, my knight, and shining armor, and the king to my princess palace. He made my world as frictionless as possible. He slew the dragons that tried to disrupt my peace and got rid of anyone trying to invade our kingdom, a world that he grew for only us two.

    Early mornings with my dad were always fun. He was my alarm clock. A knock on the door that wasn’t very hard. His deep voice screeching and scatting attempting to sing a note. His singing was anything but good. All I could hear was the growls and pops of his vocal cords.  In the midst of getting ready for school, I would catch a glimpse of his short chunky body shuffling through the kitchen, lost in his own world. Those were the peculiar things I witnessed every morning but it always made me smile. 

    Along with the lively early mornings, our car rides were something special to me. Love and the melodies of Lupe Fiasco filled the atmosphere and the lyrics “If you are what you say you are a superstar and have no fear” blasted through the speakers. The bass would be so loud that the vibration sometimes blurred out the words but that didn’t matter. We knew the words and we yelled them. He made me believe I was a superstar and I can be fearless. There was no beast in sight.  And days when I came home, back to the princess palace, he would always be asleep.  His snores were like lion roars and gritty like gravel. I always became worried when they would sometimes go in and out like a static radio losing its signal. I’d stop and stare at his belly to see if it would inflate like a balloon, then I was sure he was all right. When he awakened, we would watch the best movies together. He laid out on his back, with his hands behind his head and his legs crossed, stretched out on the long part of the couch. I used to crawl and squeeze to lay right next to him. He didn’t mind, we would just adjust and move until we fit like puzzle pieces. The warmth of his body made me feel safe. He was my armor.

    And when he tagged along to help chaperone my school field trips, my peers would all express how mean and intimidating he looks. But when I look at him that’s not at all what I see.  I can’t picture someone who allowed me to paint their nails orange and put pretty barrettes in their hair while they were sleeping as mean and intimidating. He’s soft and delicate with me. He offers to paint my nails when the shops are closed, clean my room before I get home, kills all the bugs that frighten me, and lets me sleep in his bed when I say I had a bad dream even though I sometimes would make it up. I truly cherish those moments from my childhood with my dad. As I get older those moments don’t stop but they evolve. We continue to make new memories and he continues to set the bar high for any man that comes in my life. I am forever grateful to have this relationship with my dad, so Happy fathers day to him and all the other fathers and father figures out in the world. 

  • Here’s the QuaranTea!

    Here’s the QuaranTea!

    As I write this piece, I have realized that it is now three something in the morning, the only beings that are awake are me, the birds, and my computer screen. Most of the time, the house is still and all noises fade into a thick silence. However, in this isolation, the random laughter I emitted from Tik Tok videos and the unexpected facetime calls from my friends have been filling the silence in the house. My day has traded places with night and now my life has become what feels like an altered reality.

    2020 is no doubt one of the most unorthodox years I have ever experienced and I have only been here for eighteen and a half years. It truly amazes me how in the first two months of this year I was living it up every weekend at school and the only problem I had to worry about was if I was going to anthropology class or not. Then, March came and bestowed a global pandemic, an online spring semester, nationwide “quarantines”, and protest. Generations after me will learn about this year in future history classes and I’ll be able to tell dramatized stories to my kids about how I lived through an apocalypse and a revolution. Since this quarantine started, my every day routine has been very unhealthily consistent. I wake up at noon, alternate between Netflix, eating, and napping then, I stay up until four in the morning doing who knows what until I fall asleep. Virtual classes and quality family time somehow finds it’s way into the schedule as well. Though my routine is pretty stagnant right now, I have still been practicing what I preached in one of my previous posts about staying novaturient. I realized there are two themes I have constantly been thinking about recently that will help me grow — the power in words and the new goals that I have for myself.

    Recently, I have been exploring the power of manifestation. I have noticed that when I am alone, enmeshed in my thoughts, I tend to fall into a rabbit hole and my brain creates little things to worry about. Eventually, the negative things I began to think and say, I started to feel. So to change this experience, I started writing down my prayers and positive affirmations and saying them aloud every morning and night. I can feel the difference that this practice has on me and my attitude on life. So, I make sure to keep this practice in mind when making new goals for myself.

    I always had a desire to share my work but I was constantly matching that desire with fear of rejection, and questioned my writing abilities. It’s not that I think I’m a bad writer but it’s just that the critic in my head is a real buzz kill. That’s why I don’t post on my blog as I promised myself. However, this past semester I took a creative writing class which helped me discover my voice as a writer and helped me become comfortable with sharing and reading my work. The feedback was almost always good and I learned to silence that critic in my head. Now, I am constantly stepping out of my comfort zone and taking opportunities to exercise my craft. My goals and aspirations are partnering with positive thinking and direct action. So looking forward there will be more posts and we all should remember that whatever comes out of our mouths is a reflection of what we believe, so make it your duty to speak positively and you will believe it.

  • The Stages of Racial Identity and Racial Awareness

    The Stages of Racial Identity and Racial Awareness

    I’m Blackity, Black, and I’m Black yall. When it comes to my racial identity, I prefer to identify as Black. Because of something called the African Diaspora, I’m not privileged enough to know my full ancestral background and the land in which my family lineage comes from. I’m Black and that’s the only way I know how to identify. There was never one clear moment where I truly became aware that I was Black.  However, thinking back on the times when I was younger, I always had Black baby dolls or I begged to be Princess Jasmine because she was the brownest princess I knew of at the moment. Around second grade, schools stressed how important Barack Obama’s election was for us as young Black students. And every year, since I could remember, Black History Month has always been apart of my life. There was never a time I had to question whether or not I was Black. It was only until I got old enough to understand certain issues, that I really started asking questions and having in-depth conversations about race. 

    I started to really learn about the things that Black people, just like me, had to go through. Everyone knows history and everyone knows the story. Our ancestors were taken from their land and were spread all over the world. Knowing that information, it led me to wonder and dream about where I possibly can be from. I have to miss out on knowing key parts of myself because our ancestors were taken and stripped of their native cultures and languages. It’s like you know there is this greater story but there are pages missing from the book. Society paints this picture and writes this story making you believe that you will only end up one way as a Black person. They try to make you believe you’re inferior to everyone else, so it’s your duty to go against that and write your own story. 

    When growing up and living as a Black person, you have to go through everyday fighting against those stereotypes to prove you are way more than that. Because of who I am and who my ancestors were, I have not been given the choice to ignore or forget those struggles. I remember being either seven or eight watching a show on Nickelodeon. There were four main cast members and only one of them was Black. My young curious mind asked, “why is there only one Black person?” That is when an aunt of mine informed me of something called the token Black person. I always learned about Black history and heard various issues about race in America but I was young and didn’t fully become aware. It wasn’t until fifth grade when the killing of Trayvon Martin happened. This was a situation that fully opened my eyes and made me realize there is a racial issue in America and society. Since then, my innocence about race has been taken and I’m pretty sure every Black person has a situation that made them realize the overall controversy pertaining to race.  Having that consciousness creates a constant feeling of anger, sadness, and hopefulness. I’m suffering because I’m angry. I’m angry because we have to go through this and people are ignorant of that fact. I become sad for the younger generation of Black girls and boys because they will have to go through the exact same thing if things don’t change. Lastly, I become hopeful because I know my ancestors were strong. If they can live through it, I’m led to believe that I can live through it too.  

    Being aware of my racial identity allows me to know that there is a reason that I am here. If my ancestors weren’t strong and if they didn’t continue to fight then the lineage would’ve stopped with them and there wouldn’t be me. It’s helpful to know that I come from something so powerful. Throughout history, I can find that there were people that look like me that accomplished and became something I want to be. There are certain moments when I’m surrounded by other black people and we’re all being unapologetically Black. Those are the moments where I feel safest and feel at home. Then there was the time where I decided to cut my hair and go fully natural. I feel that was the moment where I felt one hundred percent sure of who I am. I previously was getting perms to fit the standard of having straight hair, with the subconscious notion that Black hair is hard to deal with. Thus, putting a negative connotation on our hair and its texture. Not realizing the strength and beauty of our hair. Not knowing that there was a time where they forced us to cut our hair to try and strip us of our identity. Not knowing that our hair is versatile and magical. I was stripping the strength, magic, and identity of myself. But once I cut my hair and began my natural hair journey, I felt free. The idea of identity became very clear. I am Black but I am also unapologetically strong, beautiful, and magical.

    As Black people, we constantly are going through a cycle of awakening and self-awareness. Trying to maneuver through society and the limitations that are put on us. But as a people, it is our duty to continue to pass the legacy of greatness along and also break the cycle of unawareness of ourselves and our identity. And it is important to know that Black is beautiful. Black is strong.

  • Novaturient

       If you are wondering where I have been and why it took so long to generate content, I must draw your attention to the word novaturient. Novaturient is desiring or seeking powerful change in your life, behavior or a certain situation. Since the last post on my blog that was a feeling that invaded my body and haunted my insecurities for the last three months of 2019. I have gone through a phase where I wanted to accomplish things however I wasn’t able to accomplish them. This discouraged me and almost damaged my self-confidence. To help better understand, let me paint you guys a picture. A young girl who possesses many dreams and goals have been accomplishing things since kindergarten. She cried when she couldn’t read big words. So she learned to read big words. She wanted to get straight A’s. She got straight A’s. She wanted to learn to ride a bike and she learned how to ride a bike. She wanted to join the cheer team and she made the cheer team. She wanted Valedictorian. She was the Valedictorian. But then she got to a point in her life where the things she really wanted, weren’t coming so easily anymore. So this crushed her and made her question herself. That young girl was me. The true transition from teen to young adulthood has just begun.  

       I’m learning that a part of life is learning that things you really want, you will have to work extra hard for. Even if you don’t get it the first time and don’t come when you want. Trying again and persevering will help you eventually get it. Especially when the timing is right. So novaturient has become a theme in my life. I began seeking to change my mindset and do a lot of self-reflection. I had to put my trust in God and also put my trust in myself. With this new year, I am coming in with a more positive attitude. I am working to perfect my craft and exercise it more. I’m going to continue to write on my blog. I’m going to work hard and accomplish the goals I have planned.

    Overall, growing up is an experience but I’m learning to take it one step at a time. I appreciate the patience and support everyone has given me and I hope writing this inspired you and helped you to let go sometimes and realize that everything will work out as long as you are constantly being novaturient.

  • A Glimpse of What’s Happening In The City That I Call Home.

    The sunrises and then the sun sets. The moon goes down and the day is reset. That’s an indication of a new day. But somehow in this new day and age, everyday seems the same. A young life flowing threw cracks of the streets. Mothers and families singing their melancholy weeps. Gun shots, Bang. They roar in the distance. Gun shots, Bang. Gone in an instant. Bullet shells and wishing wells. Feels like the city is under a witches spell. Then the sun sets and it rises again. And the curse of the city stays on a constant spin.

    According to Washington Post, There has been 125 homicides in D.C. as of 2019. 97 of the homicides were due to gun violence. Gun violence has been an issue of the city for a very long time. However, for the past four or five years, I can vividly remember hearing about someone getting shot and killed. This is apart of my memory because every year my timeline is filled with “Rest in Peace” post of the people who have been killed. I’ve had friends that have lost someone due to gun violence. And just last school year, a freshman that attended my school was shot and killed. I can’t help but wonder, why picking up a gun and shooting someone is the solution that people gravitate towards? It’s a shame that the youth of D.C. are forced to normalize gun violence because it’s happening so much and nothing is changing. Will we ever see a day where this trend comes to an end? https://www.washingtonpost.com/graphics/local/homicides/

  • Watch Out World Im Sorta Grown Now

    Anxiousness, excitement, and curiosity has filled my body since the beginning of 2019. Although 2019 isn’t over, it was ultimately the year of growth and new beginnings. I dealt with a lot of inner conflict during my senior year. I was constantly overthinking about my future and whether or not I was making the right decisions at the right time. This was a major concern especially with all the college applications and important deadlines.  However, after long months of overthinking and anticipation, I graduated. 

    Graduation didn’t hit me like I thought it was going to hit me.  I visualized myself crying during my speech, during the calling of the names, and when I finally got to see my family. But I was just plain happy. I thought maybe it was because there was no doubt in my mind that I was going to graduate. But it was because I realized that after summer ends and I head to George Mason University, I am now an adult. My life is my life and everything I do at this point falls on me. My parents are going to be there every step of the way but this is ultimately where I really have to start advocating for myself and being responsible.

     As my summer begins to come to an end, I am left reflecting on the past two months as well as the next few months ahead. My summer experience was dedicated to bonding with family and friends, learning how to drive, and preparing for school. I went to my schools orientation and countless scholarship ceremonies and workshops. And now move in day is only 17 days away. I am eager to move into my dorm, experience campus life, and taking classes. Not only am I excited for school but I can’t wait to fulfill my goals. I made a promise to myself to start a blog. This blog is to document my journey into adulthood and to also document my growth as a writer. Creating this blog will help discipline me to continue to write, become a way to keep people updated, and it’s a way to share my work. I have so many ideas that I plan to bring to life and share with the world. This is just the first step. Welcome to Inside Of DZaunta’s Changing World

    Here is an insert of a poem I wrote to express everything that I felt during senior year. Curious and Under Age.

    Curious and under age.

    Anxious, inspired, and enraged.

    Rushing a journey,

    which has not come.

    Triggering my thoughts

    because more I want.

    Why not walk

    before I learn to run?

    Can I run?

    It seems more fun.

    Curious and under age. 

    Waiting for the day

    when time expires,

    And fulfil my desires.

    • D’Zaunta Jones
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