FEMINIST | A man's ego can be crushed like a grape between Serena Williams' buttocks
The night is for healing.
As the moon shines blue on your black skin and your red wounds.
The night is for overcoming.
Your demons, the ones that taunt you and mock your insecurities.
Let the pain sit baby, but don’t let it build a home in your heart.
Let it sit and then ask it to leave before it redecorates you heart and paints your walls black.
Let the pain sit but when it’s time, drag it out by its hair as it kicks and screams.