Slavery HangoverHeld under the whip of our colonial master, held captive against our will,Sep 23, 20191Sep 23, 20191
Published inCoffee House WritersHushed Yet LoudI am not distracted, just a little shyAug 12, 2019Aug 12, 2019
The Gift You Gave MeMy empty womb weeps no more For she bears the name Just the same as I had reserved for my unclaimedJun 17, 20191Jun 17, 20191
Published inCoffee House WritersHe must know - he cannot go…My eyes tired, from a combination of crying and lack of sleepJun 3, 20191Jun 3, 20191
Lusting After My ImaginationThe feel of his body gently resting against mine makes me quiver insideApr 22, 20191Apr 22, 20191
