Twenty-eight:
When you see the world burn down,
should it not comfort you with exceeding joy?
(c) JBHarris, 2019
Twenty-nine:
The march of feet, with the sound of thunder
are made more blessed than the missing church bells.
(c) JBHarris, 2019
Thirty:
We believe that life will change, so nevertheless
we continue–and so doing, scare the monsters away.
(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.
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