"It isn't until we are falling, I think, that we realize just how high we once were."
a poetry collection reflecting on the fall, written while falling.
completed
I will not shed another tear over you, And it is not because men do not cry,
It is because I know you are watching, Scrolling, And I refuse to continue losing over you.
My mind, my peace and other things I put on the table
Author's Note
This week's dedication goes to fleurissements because she literally blazed through this book AND Godspeed and left such nice comments on all the parts. Wow. I really appreciate that! Thank you! If you want a poem to be dedicated to you all you have to do is vote and comment!
To all my fellow Black Kings and Queens I hope you're all doing okay. I know it's been a horrific last few days so feel free to turn off your phones and do something you love. When we fight we must also rest.
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