Love and All It's Done to Me
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Access to me
You don't like me, you like having access to me
The possession your tongue has over me,
the ability to string my syllables together, whisper my name in the wind, and as it falls unto my ear
I walk to you
run to you
hop, skip and jump from pillar to post
only to fall to my knees before you
Kneeling
palms up
eyes down waiting on your next command
Waiting to be gutted like the fish I am when it comes to you
~This book will be filled with the vulnerability of me. The parts of me that can only be prettied up with flowery language and metaphors. Filled with love and loss and growth and beauty, filled with being black and becoming a woman... I hope you enjoy.
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