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how is it so easy for you to be kind to people he asked milk and honey dripped from my lips as i answered cause people have not been kind to me
Excellent
the first boy that kissed me held my shoulders down like the handlebars of the first bicycle he ever rode i was five he had the smell of starvation on his lips which he picked up from his father feasting on his mother at 4 a.m. he was the first boy to teach me my body was for giving to those that wanted that i should feel anything less than whole and my god did i feel as empty as his mother at 4:25 a.m.
WOW!
the thing about writing is i can’t tell if it’s healing or destroying me
True
our backs tell stories no books have the spine to carry - women of color
Excellent
