Bi, that night in your car in Leimert Park when we were talking and opening up to each other. I felt safe. At first. Safe enough to tell you about an experience with sexual abuse when I was a girl. What you said to me though, that it wasn't true. It wasn't true, that's what you told me. Why did I ever talk to you again. Stop wondering why I don't want to talk to you when I see 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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