addicted to posting bullshit on my ig close friends story. it’s like my version of slam poetry or something. instead of finger snapping i have loyal story likers
They don’t know
we are becoming powerful.
Every time we kiss
we confirm the new world coming.
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sharing this gorgeous poem by Essex Hemphill as part of my Pride Month celebration—
i miss the feeling of Being in love as such that the state of it was always more revelatory to me & i would search for a poem every day that i was feeling it because i needed words more than i needed my beloved