Because I blamed you
When I turned my own head
Away from the trees
Afraid to see the field
Tip toed to not feel
Dirt under my feet
Held my breath to
Ignore the stale and sticky
Truth in my face
So clean
Like ginger and kale
Wipe my tongue
Of every lie I would tell myself
You cannot unsee what you saw
I played my favorite fool
The one who pretended not to
Know
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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