By Aniliyah Richardson
The hands we linger between clamps onto a prayer. For the better of safe returns, the everlasting light nears a future where she soon rises. Looking above to see the mighty of highs that wither away from her lowest of lows. Possibilities grew near covering her sanctified prime devoting to what’s left keeps her grounded in times of need. To lay for rest keeping troublesome fears at bay, her calling no longer fills with dread. Degrading her spirit to uplift yours seeping widowed chants behind closed doors. It is with great pleasure to be kind to others, holding onto their auras as Goodluck. Removing the things, they might’ve done to be seen in such a way. Her peace Is needed by ones surrounding her freedom. It is her dreams that have kept her alive through testing trials. It is then a lesson soon to be answered for what she has yet to be said in solemn of praise. Looking up to manifestation she then begins an escape from the fazed.
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Aspiring artist Aniliyah Richardson, is known for creating bodies of creative nonfiction, poetry, and short stories dedicated to the female formality while building an unapologetic point of view for complexed stories. Speaking with experience cautiously being the face of her own truths to show the world of strong communities that we as once shall never be silenced again. These stories are for the broken and beyond measures proven what one sacred mind can possess. Living the truth of Her own path in order to remain free.
Where To Find Her:
Instagram: @abratshaw
