When I complain about growing up lonely as an only child, I am also complaining about a full stomach and a mouth that has stopped watering.
Last week, they told me ninety pounds was not heavy enough to die, so today I had my first full course meal.
My depression is a shape shifter; one day it is as small as a firefly in the palm of a bear, the next day, it’s the bear.
Some women are kept quiet for so long they become experts in the silent theft of power.
That was when you learned that when a boy says I love you he means I am getting ready to be inconsistent with you now.
I’ve got a hamper full of really loud mistakes and a graveyard in my closet. I’m afraid if I let you see my skeletons, you’ll grind the bones into powder and get high on my fault lines.
Lately my lifelines won’t stop pouring down my cheeks. My love finds me on the bathroom floor, kisses them onto her lips so when she speaks I can see there’s life in me.
“Food don’t grow the same when your water is Flint water. No cataclysmic, cavity holding chemicals that cannot withstand our dense nature. We battle buoyancy on boulevards, let alone pool’s water.” – Symone Brielle
Hanif Abdurraqib, “All the Gang Bangers Forgot about the Drive-By”. Don’t miss Hanif’s book, THE CROWN AIN’T WORTH MUCH.