I keep checking on you
Like you are this broken thing
I found on a beach
Turning you over
Looking for cracks underneath
Behind your eyes
Listening for gaps in your voice
Reading between the lines
Of your art
Your stories
Your songs
Seeing/hearing something
That maybe you said
How can I help
Fix what you need
You are not made of glass
You are not made of glass
I am only talking to myself
Do they know
That your shoulders
Are only made of flesh
Bones
Freckles?
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.
What comfort to the person on whom you check and for whom you listen.
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