I admit to spending time
Over worry about what I may not be able to control
Perhaps I should rest my head
I wonder though
If these issues about life and matter and death
Were so out of my reach
Why would they present themselves
So boldly to me
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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