it’s uncomfortabletalking about my feelings with you my feelings about youthey’re sentences with too many conjunctionsand I’d rather it be simple it’s dishearteningto be faced with all the ways I failed you failed at pointing out sore spotsmy anger at the parts you unknowingly pick atthe cold shoulder I use in defense I don’t...

Brown girls know red wine from the bottle They know red lips on the way out the door To the red lit club where red welts on her arm from a man that held onto her for a little too long are met with knowing gazes in the bathroom mirror Brown girls know pink...

I’m not where I’d prefer to be emotionally not with God or how I feel about myself I’m not satisfied with the progress I’ve made progress is a slow process yes still feel like I’m kind of a mess though scared to open up never mind asking for help I can help myself with...