Apr 27
7 min read
MUSIC & MEMOIR
Take It On The Run: That Bitch Let Him Move In
A bold smirk spread across my reddened face when he slapped me.
Face-to-face, we were common enemies at the very start. He was bigger, stronger, and in a place of more power — or so he thought.
In my mind, I was smarter, more strategic, and in an even greater place of power.
