I’m sitting here writing this to you in the kitchen, on my dad’s birthday, glimpsing 1:11pm in my periphery, with the aromatic smells of banana walnut muffins in the oven, roasted potatoes on the skillet, and a vegetable stew in the crock pot. There is a feeling of...
Smile bigger, biggest. Constant laughter as variable as feelings felt: all the feels. Internal awkward movement versus external sexy sways. Paradox embodied. Presentation=success. Lips and legs, but dat ass! Assets: intelligence, humor, compassion. Creative. Creatrix....
Rain fell into the role of progressive parent when deep breathing failed to cease streams of tears marking pathways down my face. Instead of saying, “Hush child, don’t cry,” She kept my secret tucked in a cloud. And as her sky fallen droplets began to make their own...
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