
Thirty-one:
The harder I have loved you,
I realize I could never love another.
(c) JBHarris, 2019
Thirty-two:
What is this love now
but ashes and memory?
(c) JBHarris, 2019
Thirty-three:
I am forced to put myself back together
without what you won’t give back to me.
(c) JBHarris, 2019
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Published by Jennifer Bush-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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