You assume that I am weak because I have been more than kind to you. More than generous. You assumed wrong.
You are afraid. Very afraid. You are envious and jealous. I am sad for you. But this is not about you. You won't use your voice because you lost it somewhere. Somewhere way back there. So far back I don't even remember it. Do you? The universe knows everything.
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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