Sometimes I write. Through the twirlsnof harmonious words we spoke together. They spoke in poem
Hey, here we are
Am a little lost
But even more
Found
I stay silent
In questions
I will not ask
So my loud
Questions
Are a whisper of proMiss
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- Rashida Johnson
- I'm a mama, daughter, sister, auntie. I prefer pen and paper to a keyboard. I'm an internal person, trying to go external. I'm a woman following her own path.
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