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

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

Original Poem by Bobbi T.M.