It Was Strange by Nimyia A. The tree looked down on me The grass grew into the sky The wind pushed me…
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Don’t pursue me Grab my hair and say I look like hell I don’t wish to be touched Don’t slap me Leave…
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My little black boy. You will die. You will become a martyr. You will be the face that everyone sees in a…
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To love lovingly is the least of what I intend to peruse. To sing when the song has already been sung, is…
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