As a mother, I have tried to find the words to carry you through puberty and sustain you throughout your adulthood. I have read books, my journals, searched my prayers, my veins, the ancestor's songs. But in the end there is only one...BREATHE.
Love, Mom
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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