When we shook hands he pulled me in to hug him
I gave him my shoulder
I choose
I say who I hug full on
There are instincts to follow
A gut to obey
Antennas to lead the way
I say
I say
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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