i lost myself that day in those turns and loved myself along the way as i found myself at a pace where i was more
$29,000 in the hole. $3 balance. faith is tested in times such as these. or solidified.
finally quiet i’d watch sunset outside my kitchen window. cold beer and pen posed over an open journal. incomplete poems littered every page.
picking up strays
pastime reserved for canines
a loyalty offered but
an incomplete seduces and
plays on already overly stretched emotions.
what would i do without these shadows to guide me, walk with me, talk with me, hold me in place? i have no idea but imagine it would be a space without grace.
bacteria infections are
pregnancy scares aren’t
the only reason your
granma told you to beware!
a new creation
but there was one, who championed me.
he nicknamed me wonder.
for me, he is a ray that shines forever.
the hardest part is holding
the space for that fluid an
expression, especially when
the he is both black and male