Love Struck

Star shot the final free throw watching in what felt like slow motion to her, as the ball swooshed into the net. Joy filled her body as the buzzer ran and her point appeared on the score board granting her team the win. Her teammates quickly piled on top of her sharing the shared happiness over the win. Star dropped to her knees thanking God and kissing her hands to sky. Urgency filled her wanting to find Love and kiss her. Thank her for her support and see her beautiful crooked smile flashing her golds while wearing her jersey the perfectly complimented her brown skin but she wasn't there. Of course she wasn't there, why would she show up for the woman who broke her heart?

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Hey everyone thank you so much for tuning into my story. I am taking my writing seriously now so this book will 100% be finished this year God willing . The reason I wrote this is because I simply cannot seem to consume enough black lesbian media and I want stories where homophobia and racism aren't a issue. We already deal with that in real life so fiction should be a place where we can escape (IN MY OPINION). Black lesbians that deal with regular problems and navigate them healthily ( sometimes). I am aiming to post once a week or every two, so can't wait for the progression of this story!

Much Love,
M.J