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Each day, I want to spend 15 minutes practicing my writing skills. Feel free to leave comments and critiques! I haven't written in years, so it will probably be a bit rocky at the beginning. 😬

From Vivian Blue, Alexus Dominique, and Fatima Munroe, Til Death Do Us Part is a three part anthology about three women who have to choose between loving their men, or loving themselves. Meet Mrs. Cookie, a woman who just wants to be loved by her husband, who doesn't share her sentiment. Stuck in a loveless marriage, she accepts her husband's philandering ways until Principal Alexander catches her eye. Spirit Bohannon is a young woman with the weight of the world on her shoulders. Being the glue that holds her family together, she longs for the days when she can just be carefree. Enter Fendi, who sweeps her off of her feet with promises of a better life. Things are finally looking up for Spirit...or so she thought. Tamara Summer is a certified paper chaser, wearing multiple hats in the entertainment industry. Living life with no worries, Charles Barr enters her world and flips everything upside down with his lies and mood swings. He then commits the ultimate betrayal, and Tamara is left to pick up the pieces

Poems included like: "Ghosted" Consider yourself ghosted Consider me free you no longer exist to me I'm just part of your "before" now and there's no room for you in my "after" I know may exist in the recess of your mind But you can no longer exist rent-free in mine Because you never earned your keep And you never paid a dime "My gilded, glass cage" every minute is a gamble every page a stage what do I want you to know without placing myself in a cage for tangled is the web we all weave as we vacillate between the real and the make believe for this is how the poem goes when you only live life between the highs and the lows I'll paint a pretty picture one you'll all see and if it ever gets uncovered that it's not really me I'll just block out the noise disappear from the page and go build a new version of my gilded, glass cage "The other day a knife cut me in the kitchen" The other day a knife cut me in my kitchen but it didn't cut as deep as you the drip drip drop of very red blood on the counters wasn't as red as my face when I cried when you lied no, that cut deeper carved me like a stone and I I am remade not a statue but just as resolute you will never cut me again never find my soft spot never see my tenderness never feel my hair against your cheek I am resolute The full book is available at https://www.amazon.com/One-Day-Poet-ebook/dp/B0BSGTBKKP/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?crid=22Q4VKQG66UIM&keywords=the+one+day+poet+melissa&qid=1694741410&sprefix=%2Caps%2C522&sr=8-1