With You.

She holds my hand

She corrects my posture

“Sit up chile,” her lips swayed but didn’t speak

Walked round past hurtful things- open wounds

We’d shared our prayers, prostrated our worth

Tenaciously watering down myths bout my kind

She made her tonics bustling hope

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Published by: Visionariekind

Krissy Mosley is a story-teller. Recalling history to build bridges of peace. A folklorist to bring sounds of joy and healing vibrations. Krissy Marie is a writer /feminist, mother advocating for change surrounding women’s rights and women's’ issues.

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