I dry cry because I’m leaving. The pain starts in my mind, trikles down like an extraction of the bone marrow from the depths of my spine.
Tag: #FreedomDay
High or Low
First I release the words weighing upon me.
Perfect Beauty:Kintsugi
Do you ever see a person like an apple in a tree?As the apple that’s delightfully sweet, it hurts to be eaten when you wanted to be free.Nourished me up from a seed, only to be consumed oh what a terrible dream
Perfect Beauty:Kintsugi
Do you ever see a person like an apple in a tree?As the apple that’s delightfully sweet, it hurts to be eaten when you wanted to be free.Nourished me up from a seed, only to be consumed oh what a terrible dream.
Juneteenth
Dancing to a linguistic drum, gazing into the Rising Sun. On the road towards Emancipation. Strong as the African Sun, Freedom Day has truely just begun.
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