<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Bre'Anna Coleman]]></title><description><![CDATA[Embrace your authentic creativity]]></description><link>https://breannadcoleman.wixsite.com/anna-coleman/poetryblogstories</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2026 14:19:46 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://breannadcoleman.wixsite.com/anna-coleman/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[cocoon]]></title><description><![CDATA[in the crevices of my mind I wonder if i cling to a shell of myself rather than me Hiding from the world in the cocoon I created for safety Waiting for my wings to grow For me to realize that I’m more than I even know myself to be But I clamp my own wings Still and awaiting for confirmation from a world determine not to give it to me Praying to a God who knows me better than myself Silently waiting for me to choose to be free While I confine myself to my mind My cocoon, my safe haven, my...]]></description><link>https://breannadcoleman.wixsite.com/anna-coleman/post/cocoon</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69cc4d76f7044e6cf7a3b742</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2026 22:41:13 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1226cb_91d8ab5b11dd4110b3bb811bf2e427af~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Bre&apos;Anna Coleman</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[what is white supremacy?]]></title><description><![CDATA[I once expressed to a professor that I thought America’s systems were broken. She responded that a system that continues to negatively impact the most disadvantaged was working as it was created to. The question she responded with was, “ Then who is benefiting from it?” White supremacy  is a white body dropping in America, and it is being treated as though it holds more weight than the bodies dropping in Palestine and the Congo.  I wish I could say that the current state of the United States...]]></description><link>https://breannadcoleman.wixsite.com/anna-coleman/post/what-is-white-supremacy</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69cb1afc20141e70489df4b7</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2026 01:03:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1226cb_70241ddbdbef4999b6376ecdbf073f6f~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Bre&apos;Anna Coleman</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[i finally saw myself ]]></title><description><![CDATA[I finally saw myself this week. Behind the stains of experiences that I allowed to define who I was, I saw myself this week. I saw my big brown eyes in the mirror and didn’t think once that it was filled with only trauma and lies. I saw my smile and didn’t think of who it came from.  When I finally saw myself, it was at nearly 2AM on a Friday morning. I sat on my battered sectional, legs crossed, and my Roku screen flashing in front of me. Fresh from a long nap I took after work. And it...]]></description><link>https://breannadcoleman.wixsite.com/anna-coleman/post/i-finally-saw-myself</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c7eca85ed83abd8bc16616</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2026 14:59:04 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1226cb_91d8ab5b11dd4110b3bb811bf2e427af~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Bre&apos;Anna Coleman</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Healing My Inner Child]]></title><description><![CDATA[I’m sorry that I couldn’t reciprocate  The love you wanted until it was too late It was never my intention to make you wait  Your gaze made me think of the little brown babies we could create  But I always had to stop myself  From dreaming of a life beyond myself My heart came wrapped in plastic  But my parents turned that plastic to stone  It hardened over all the nights that I had to spend alone  So I’m sorry  that my guard refused to come down  But I made a door, just for your entrance to...]]></description><link>https://breannadcoleman.wixsite.com/anna-coleman/post/healing-my-inner-child</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c1d79437ff25934766100c</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2026 00:15:20 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1226cb_91d8ab5b11dd4110b3bb811bf2e427af~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Bre&apos;Anna Coleman</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[In the Afterlife]]></title><description><![CDATA[In the after life Is when my life will truly begin. I will swim with mermaids  While listening to their peaceful songs. How the little me would love to see  The secrets the world hides in clear view. I would fly with vampires Hanging upside down to see the world from my rear view. A place where Golden retrievers could speak their feelings Where I could confide and tell them mine.  When asked what heaven might be My answer is what we wish to experience  In real time. With lions and lioness ...]]></description><link>https://breannadcoleman.wixsite.com/anna-coleman/post/in-the-afterlife</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c1d75737ff259347660f64</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2026 00:14:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1226cb_91d8ab5b11dd4110b3bb811bf2e427af~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Bre&apos;Anna Coleman</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[My Mind Is My Residence]]></title><description><![CDATA[Blank stares as I shuffle through each thought It's not too often when I find myself distraught But that doesn’t make my residence any less of a surprise Big brown eyes are seen as a hide  I grow silent when applications asked where do I reside Because my mind is my must current address See I inhabit it daily  allowing everything, every flaw and every lie to live rent free Some have told me  to learn to let things be but What if it's the only place that’s comfortable to me I realized a long...]]></description><link>https://breannadcoleman.wixsite.com/anna-coleman/post/my-mind-is-my-residence</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c1d72e8f0e652aaa2cf1b1</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2026 00:13:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1226cb_91d8ab5b11dd4110b3bb811bf2e427af~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Bre&apos;Anna Coleman</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Fear That Binds Me]]></title><description><![CDATA[I have always lived in fear Of what is coming next  Scared that I won’t be prepared My breath would catch in the air  And now that I am older I am realizing that it’s still there  That breath I took as a little girl is still being held in  Because that is what my fear does to me I take five steps forward and it paces three steps behind Close enough for me to feel its presence but never close enough to fully capture my mind Just enough to leave me shaking and wondering When it’ll finally have...]]></description><link>https://breannadcoleman.wixsite.com/anna-coleman/post/the-fear-that-binds-me</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c1d706adda444fefafab26</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2026 00:13:05 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1226cb_91d8ab5b11dd4110b3bb811bf2e427af~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Bre&apos;Anna Coleman</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[She Ain't ME]]></title><description><![CDATA[I use to hate looking in the mirror  Because all I saw was Her  The pie faced girl with owl eyes Searching the reflection in those old Black shades trying to find you In hopes that it’ll help you see me If eyes are windows to the soul by age eight, my eyes were eighteen Now when I look in the mirror  All I see is the tired reflection  Slightly older but still uneasy   Your shattered sight isn’t the only reason You can’t see me My younger years were filled with fears Over time the fear spoiled...]]></description><link>https://breannadcoleman.wixsite.com/anna-coleman/post/she-ain-t-me</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c1d6c5adda444fefafaa8a</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2026 00:12:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1226cb_91d8ab5b11dd4110b3bb811bf2e427af~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Bre&apos;Anna Coleman</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Plastic Shields]]></title><description><![CDATA[My Carmel colored contacts conceal the pain in my eyes They block your clear view of my barb wired truth And allow you to see the superficial version of who I am They were my protective shields So when I look at my reflection through honey glazed doors I don’t see me I see who I could’ve been And you see who you want me to be And without them, all there is left  Is the girl I sought to cover up The nights when those dark brown pupils were all I had To accompany the gut wrenching feeling of...]]></description><link>https://breannadcoleman.wixsite.com/anna-coleman/post/plastic-shields</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c1d67337ff259347660d02</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2026 00:10:40 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1226cb_91d8ab5b11dd4110b3bb811bf2e427af~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Bre&apos;Anna Coleman</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Illusions of a Black Love Story]]></title><link>https://breannadcoleman.wixsite.com/anna-coleman/post/illusions-of-a-black-love-story</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c1d5f636a1fdc193bc8c20</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2026 00:09:17 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1226cb_71bc097a163c4a81b963d5ba5d6c2983~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Bre&apos;Anna Coleman</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[searching for self]]></title><description><![CDATA[Sometimes I wonder who I would be Without your expectations of me Your reality forces itself into my own and erases any sense of self I believed I had So who would I be without your presence? Since my existence is just an extension of your phone line Looping me into your endeavors, efforts, ideals, and identity. Searching for self, unaware of where she is Maybe I am not a phone line,  I am not an extension of who you are or who you wish me to be.  But I’m tired of your words flowing through...]]></description><link>https://breannadcoleman.wixsite.com/anna-coleman/post/searching-for-self</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c1d494adda444fefafa445</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2026 00:02:49 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1226cb_91d8ab5b11dd4110b3bb811bf2e427af~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Bre&apos;Anna Coleman</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[pedestals and perception]]></title><description><![CDATA[I pray that God release people from the shackles of feeling the need to remove me from the pedestals they placed me on when I never asked to be there. Recently, I started my podcast, Divine Intervention, which has been a breath of fresh air regarding where I currently am in life. The transition from college to the workforce has been a whirlwind experience, and as I learn, I realize that this phase of my life will be dedicated to learning how to navigate myself. During my episode, Grounded &#38;...]]></description><link>https://breannadcoleman.wixsite.com/anna-coleman/post/pedestals-and-perception</link><guid isPermaLink="false">699f51cb2509cec8eb4115f6</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Feb 2026 20:11:04 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1226cb_70241ddbdbef4999b6376ecdbf073f6f~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Bre&apos;Anna Coleman</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Cinderella]]></title><description><![CDATA[When I was a little girl, my uncle always called me Cinderella.  Ever since, I have wondered what my version of the ball is and when I would finally be recognized as the woman with the blue shoe. Since I had never dreamed of marriage or meeting a man,  I always figured it would be the moment when all the pieces seemed to make sense, and I realized what everything was for. At first, I thought it would be going to college. It is funny how the moments we seem to wait our entire life for breeze...]]></description><link>https://breannadcoleman.wixsite.com/anna-coleman/post/cinderella</link><guid isPermaLink="false">699a303c8133563068c4f78a</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2026 02:55:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1226cb_70241ddbdbef4999b6376ecdbf073f6f~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Bre&apos;Anna Coleman</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do]]></title><description><![CDATA[I’ve never been very fond of the words “jealousy” or “envy.”  I‘ve always felt like they are self-centered words to describe experiences when people are behaving negatively towards you. It places you at the center of their world, almost as a centerpiece to their experience.  I believe one of the greatest ways society fails us is by not teaching emotional regulation. While we have been normalizing mental health, to me at least, it seems to be in a performative manner. Full of face masks,...]]></description><link>https://breannadcoleman.wixsite.com/anna-coleman/post/forgive-them-father-for-they-know-not-what-they-do</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6921e23f644344a477111cd3</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Nov 2025 16:18:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1226cb_70241ddbdbef4999b6376ecdbf073f6f~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Bre&apos;Anna Coleman</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Anxiety]]></title><description><![CDATA[I always feel uncomfortable, like my skin doesn’t stretch across my bones and organs properly. As if my voice and body don’t connect. And it makes me …. Anxious. Or at least, that’s how my anxiety feels. Like there is a secret in the pit of my stomach, and if I speak up too loudly, Everyone will hear it quietly whisper behind the words I say.]]></description><link>https://breannadcoleman.wixsite.com/anna-coleman/post/anxiety</link><guid isPermaLink="false">691f25670acaec31327463a0</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2025 14:28:43 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1226cb_91d8ab5b11dd4110b3bb811bf2e427af~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Bre&apos;Anna Coleman</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Stranger to Myself]]></title><description><![CDATA[Sometimes I wonder who I would be Without your expectations of me Your reality forces itself into my own and erases any sense of self I believed I had ___ So who would I be without your presence? Since my existence is just as an extension to your phone line Looping me into your endeavors, efforts, and more ___ I often think of how I would laugh or talk without you nearby  How my lips would form the jokes I speak when you’re not seen by my eyes Maybe one day, I will be able to figure out how...]]></description><link>https://breannadcoleman.wixsite.com/anna-coleman/post/a-stranger-to-myself</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68ec0597d9148378f5da471c</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2025 19:46:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1226cb_91d8ab5b11dd4110b3bb811bf2e427af~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Bre&apos;Anna Coleman</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[My Hoops]]></title><description><![CDATA[They see my big earring hoops as a problem to solve  Just as they see my hips as a mission to conquer  My lips as a door to keep closed Unless they benefit from the fruit of my conversation And my experience is a fiction story to be told only when it helps their motive I am choked by the reality of who I am  Versus who their statistics say I am suppose to be suffocated by the fact that i made it and other didn't and strangled by their questions Probing,  Reaching,  Grasping  For the only...]]></description><link>https://breannadcoleman.wixsite.com/anna-coleman/post/my-hoops-1</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68ec0501942dccc5dded9e51</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2025 19:44:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1226cb_91d8ab5b11dd4110b3bb811bf2e427af~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Bre&apos;Anna Coleman</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Anger Looks Like Me]]></title><description><![CDATA[My anger ties like a rope around my neck  Slowing choking me until my words leave my lips in a whisper  I wish I knew how to be angry  I wish I knew how it feels for my breath speed up and my hands throw stuff Causing damage the way it was caused to me But I can’t .. ..I won’t  My anger finds comfort in my bones, making them ache My back bends and breaks at the constant restraint of holding my rage Anger looks like alcohol bottles Shiny Seagrams, extra dry  Anger looks like droopy eyes ...]]></description><link>https://breannadcoleman.wixsite.com/anna-coleman/post/anger-looks-like-me</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68ec04c5942dccc5dded9ddd</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2025 19:43:16 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1226cb_91d8ab5b11dd4110b3bb811bf2e427af~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Bre&apos;Anna Coleman</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Let Me Free]]></title><description><![CDATA[stay with me when I say that I am angry, Black, and a woman but i am not an angry black woman I am not the caricature America created to fulfill its own capitalist needs  but a result of the people's acceptance of who America has written me off to be so if you hear a growl in my voice, don't use it to fill your own biases from my course, curly roots to the curve of my hips before I speak, my words and tone are already dismissed  so sometimes my growl is the only way you'll hear me you don't...]]></description><link>https://breannadcoleman.wixsite.com/anna-coleman/post/let-me-free-1</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68ec047c5aaaeed328cb3c31</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2025 19:42:21 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1226cb_91d8ab5b11dd4110b3bb811bf2e427af~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Bre&apos;Anna Coleman</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Who Would I Be?]]></title><description><![CDATA[Who was I before the world told me who to be?]]></description><link>https://breannadcoleman.wixsite.com/anna-coleman/post/who-would-i-be</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6899148b4d23f3b354189378</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2025 21:57:17 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1226cb_70241ddbdbef4999b6376ecdbf073f6f~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Bre&apos;Anna Coleman</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>