Sixty-four:
Of all I have lost,
myself was the last thing.
(c) JBHarris, 2019
Sixty-five:
Now has become torment
that post is not sought for relief.
(c) JBHarris, 2019
Sixty-six:
It is not the you, I miss.
It is the promises of us.
(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.
I invite you all on this journey of thought, conversations and other benevolence life has to offer.
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