Day 3: White Love means nothing: An Ode to Black

I let go of my expectations. It took a moment... I saw myself in you, (the rope)   It wasn't love at first sight, I just knew you (the rope tightened)   Cliche? no There was a peace The language of English, inadequate to comprehend.   It was black, It was intense, Innate... true.   … Continue reading Day 3: White Love means nothing: An Ode to Black

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