The Life of the Black Introvert
I grew up in an upper-middle class white town. My family was the only black family on my street and I was the only black girl in all of my…
He was the lost one,and I was the lighthouse.The signpost in the Sahara.The smoke signal skyward.Existing to guidefrom wreckage or ruin,or else an exquisite waste.
Bitter Fruit
Eating fruit from the treeof anxiety that has taken root,laden in my bellyis easy.