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StoryThe Unknown UnapologeticallyMe0122 months 1 day ago
StoryHey Lover UnapologeticallyMe0112 months 1 week ago
StoryTrue Rebels Want to Be Free UnapologeticallyMe0112 months 2 weeks ago
StoryMy Precious Bluebird, I Bid You Adieu UnapologeticallyMe0101 year 3 months ago
StoryThe insanity of it all! UnapologeticallyMe0102 years 6 months ago
StoryJoy Cometh in the Morning UnapologeticallyMe0122 years 6 months ago
StoryXena UnapologeticallyMe0113 years 10 months ago
StoryEmbrace me and Embrace not UnapologeticallyMe0123 years 10 months ago
StoryDear Baby Girl UnapologeticallyMe0143 years 10 months ago
StoryNight Café UnapologeticallyMe0123 years 10 months ago
StoryCaged Bird UnapologeticallyMe0173 years 10 months ago
StoryI am Black and cannot Breathe UnapologeticallyMe01103 years 10 months ago
StoryXena Part 2 UnapologeticallyMe0104 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Season to Remember UnapologeticallyMe0104 years 7 months ago
StoryStrength in the Face of Fear UnapologeticallyMe0104 years 7 months ago
StoryNeverland UnapologeticallyMe0104 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Z Project UnapologeticallyMe0124 years 7 months ago
StoryTesting the Hands of Faith by Adeola, Beverly, and Jenny UnapologeticallyMe0124 years 7 months ago
StoryI have had enough but was it worth the thought UnapologeticallyMe0124 years 7 months ago
StoryA Season to Remember Part 2 UnapologeticallyMe0104 years 7 months ago
StoryTimeless Love UnapologeticallyMe0134 years 7 months ago
Story The Madness in my Grief UnapologeticallyMe0104 years 7 months ago
StoryDon’t You Know You Are Beautiful? UnapologeticallyMe0104 years 7 months ago

My stories

Caged Bird

Caged bird I know not your heart. Nor do I know its rhythm Though I have seen your tears, heard your words, and watched your life, I am still not...

Joy Cometh in the Morning

Long gone are the nights full of aches and pain Erased are the days when tears stifled and spilled onto a sightless pillow Gone are the days when...

Night Café

At night in that dusty café, feeling as empty as the night air, I am reminded of pretty women who risk it all for love. They say love is blind but I...

Dear Baby Girl

To be a girl in the world is to hold your head up high, maintain your posture, and gently unleash your power. You hold all the strength in the world...

Testing the Hands of Faith by Adeola, Beverly, and Jenny

They took us. On February 10, 1933, I lost everything. Hiding behind our bombarded front door, we shook in fear as Nazi soldiers raided our home and...

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