Wednesday, January 18, 2012

I Write...

‎'He needs me. I mean, he tells me I remind him of the female Martin Luther, Female X. The way I open up wide & feed him. My brain. The way it pours out. Spilled into his head down to his heart. Unbreakable I am, he says to me. Been on point. God, my man, my momma. One day he will give me my daughter. I was never in his wallet but he gives to me, because. I am.' -Me

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