Now imagine in grave detail the stereotypical image of a mad black woman.
Eventually you come to a point in life at which you will be faced with two choices: continue to live your life
she dances in my head as I write
A train rolled into the same tourist station—the same turn-around every Sunday at noon—for who knows how long. Yet in
The Muses in Order by Appearance Tru Bey: The Scientist Nahdee Shula (Nadie): The Gypsy Queen Nadira: Universe E. English (Egypt English
At one point I held you high above my mental capabilities–I am sorry. And I am aware now, for the
My legs are swift, and all that I know of jukin’ is in full effect, but still the hairs on
You have to learn how to move your shit around. A lot. And how to toss the shit
Love Loc’d by Frank May © Everyday I am deeper in love with you –heart stops– another piece of her