I’ve never felt comfortable on my knees Praying for insight or reprieve Hoping that heaven is listening or that the devil hasn’t seen. I’d rather stand at the intersection of my pain and release, the place where my fears and truths meet. I couldn’t pray for clarity or peace My words abandoned behind gritted teeth … Continue reading Where I Pray
I wanna fall asleep with my face nestled into the back of your neck Like the space between your shoulder and head was carved out for me I wanna wake up next to you and say “good morning” to every inch of your body Like I’m paying homage to the melanin passed down from your … Continue reading Safe Space
I love to write, therefore I will write. Does it have to make sense to everyone? No.
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