Good morning family. It's 5:11 right now and I am up celebrating life. Honoring breath. Choosing freedom. Loving this day. Uraeus is in the room sleep and there is just nothing like looking at him resting. Nothing like my hand on his back as I pray for him.
Thank You Mother/Father God for this day. For who You are as strength, as reminder, as forgiveness, as parent, as guide. Thank You.
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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