Eighty-five:
Give me the us,
so much greater than the right now.
(c) JBHarris, 2019
Eighty-six:
From your lips,
I grow wings.
(c) JBHarris, 2019
Eighty-seven:
Come with me, so with this love,
To set suns, conquering all it touches.
(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.
You can also follow me on Twitter (@authorjbharris) and my networking page on Facebook (Jennifer P. Harris).
Thank you for stopping by and remember to live, love, write and repeat.
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