Cami*STAR

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  • Growth

  • my eyes (only)

  • Ancestral Trauma

    It has been too long, but long is never gone, for tomorrow, no matter how long, shall arise once again as long as your essence allows it! Today, I sit in a memoir of my own life. A reality of hurt and pain. A reality of my ancestry. A reality of truth. Thoughts of my…

  • Papa

    What a beautiful site: He sat in tanned clothing, He was as handsome as can be with a clean shavened face. He wore the same paint stained watch I remembered as a child. Eloquent in an unfamiliar sitting position as he spoke of an intellectual topic. I gawked and took in every inch of his…

  • Another Year….

    Another year to depart from and say good-bye to, it was fun, it was sad and it was happy! A new year to embark on to renew yourself, to say bye to the old and hello to the new. Are you ready? Are YOU ready? I can’t hear you!! ARE YOU READY!!!!!????? (“ahem” as I…

  • Imperfect Beauty

    Elongated vines of her memoir, Who shall redeem her feverish essence? Self-Destructed flesh, born of contagion, Hyper-vigilant forefathers….. A sea shell strolling along the seven seas, Meticulously mindless Swaying along bitter waves, Mesmerized of her allure, An enchantment of her Sea, Only to be entrapped by her own imperfect beauty… -Cami*Star    

  • Memories

  • Erased Disdain

    Forbidden memories of thee untold, Why speak of the forgotten when Lightning already stuck it down? Yet, one reaction of neurons will have it appear once more! Shameful. Forbidden. Unlawful. Enlightened as she unfolded, To  be who she were to be, A taste of disdain in her morning coffee, ever so bland, What then? A realm…

  • Pain

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