Seventy-six:
My hands are open, prepared to both
keep and lose you.
(c) JBHarris, 2019
Seventy-seven:
Forgive me if I have not been
able to be both broken and same.
(c) JBHarris, 2019
Seventy-eight:
Embers, ashes and echoes remain
of what was us–then me.
(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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