WORDS

BIRTHING

Do you recognize the sound of your own scream as it exits? The exhale facing at the sight of atmosphere. I was slightly ashamed at the sound of it. It reminded me of the lines between what I didn’t say. A big memory present. Weighting itself up and down the street there. white people walking past and gawking in that goose type of way. Honking.  I’m tired of it all.

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