To my babies –You will not know these names my sons. Be thankful that 2020 is not a memory you can hold on to. Nevertheless when you read these names you will be compelled to recite them. When
She is a noose still soiled with rotting chips of bloody skin She is the floor freshly mopped for the wrong man to stand on She is a maze a lion’s lair and a labyrinth She is the prize in the
