Ever thought you were meant for something more?
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I thought you were better. I thought you would be there for me. I was wrong. I can’t even write my feelings down without my heart breaking and bleeding out on the table. I am dissipating, I guess the same as our love. What I thought was eternal is only temporary. No love should be temporary. I shouldn’t have to cry because our love left. How can it not exist? What is real? I can only rest knowing that I am free. I am unattached. Able to move forward in freedom. Not subjected to second place but liberated by the same…
Leave a CommentI’ve really come to appreciate the black man. Its 2013, and I have NO business just now writing that. But with our history of father-less families, abuse, and womanizing by all men, its justified. I am black, raised in your typical middle-class American family setting. You know, parent’s divorced, single mother in the suburbs type thing. One thing I will acknowledge from my childhood is my parents imparting me with an appreciation for my “African-American” culture. Which does not justify me for writing this. As the token black female most of my upbringing I automatically paired myself with my male…
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