If I could catch a glimpse of your smile one last time, I’d take a thousand pictures to savor the moment.

Reckless abandon was the literal routine Unfortunately, you get used to the coldness Because closeness and consistency seems unfamiliar

I hope you be all you can Tall in stance  And your ideas given a chance Black girl, I hope you don’t live in fear Have many years And

Second best can no longer be my place, In any capacity. That distinction has never served me,

Without the sarcasm Without the pessimism  Without the passiveness Without the projection  Just be happy for me

Anonymity serves me just as well as openness I am an ever- evolving person

The nerve of me to let someone steal my joy The nerve of me to let someone dim my light

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