“Oh, I love your hair!” You say, as you reach out to touch it. I wince and half-smile as your fingers tangle up in my Afro like an intruder, an unwanted invasion on a Monday afternoon. Not too long after, come the questions. A flood I neither signed up for when I walked into the …
Do Not Shatter My Peace
I fell in love with the laughter you gave me.
The gurgling, rushing bubbles that so effortlessly escaped my throat every time we conversed...