Confession of Depression
"Her name was Kate and she was fabulous. Her hair was waist length with a fresh blow out faithfully every two weeks that forced the smell of salon products to bake into her natural [...]
An Ode to Ade
My skin looks like Midnight Like my ancestors running through cotton fields to find freedom The dark, rough, callus of my hands break and broke shackles Are you not amazed by my glow? How it [...]
