have you ever had the urge to delete everything you've ever written. no record of your thoughts anywhere. or even your poor writing? i just got that urge, to erase my words, my thoughts, my feelings. my free side does not want to commit to the web like that. i had blood fill my hallow cheek bones, heat, body telling me to not reveal itself. it might not be safe. still waiting on a miracle. still trying to figure things out, and yet if faith wins in the end, i hope to have something to do with it. passivity can only go so long. i don't know what to do anymore, besides wait, and just do it, and bb said the other day. beautiful just beautiful, brown women are so beautiful. i never worry if i will end up alone, because if i do, i'll just stare at beautiful women all the time, take pictures of them or film them. stories of triumph, deceit, and success. stories of shame, peace, and smiles, nonchalant laughs, and innocent winks. yes ain't i a woman too!
my ancestor sojourner said it bess.
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