Four:
If all is lost, let it be done.
Where there were two, are now…none.
(c)JBHarris. 2019
Five:
The cruelty of you are the memories
you keep when I was most alive.
(c)JBHarris, 2019
Six:
In the timbre of flame,
My heart was cast from me as I watched.
(c) JBHarris, 2019
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Published by Jennifer P. Harris
I am female, fiery and unapologetically Black. I'm in no position to mince words, so I don't. This writing, this craft, is what I delve in, drown in, and seek to master. From that mastering, comes portions of the divine through light and screen or ink and paper.
I invite you all on this journey of thought, conversations and other benevolence life has to offer.
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