relationships
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To the womanwho complimented my locs and giggled with my mom,who listened to me rave about supporting a small Black businessas she sold me a car with a dead battery.To my first love poems,begun preemptively when love wasn’t even in the vicinity,finished prematurely for a manwho spent years studying mebut still couldn’t read my unhappiness.To…
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Dear Readers, It has been months since I last shared an update, and frankly, I am still processing my thoughts. Not for lack of trying or inspiration—there’s a collection of untitled and unfinished passages (much like the men—the mistakes of my past) waiting for me to revisit them. Rather, these life lessons are still cooking.…