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Stories From Young African Poets: Abdurrazak Learns The Art Of Boundaries And The Pain Of Rejection.
When I finally meet her I will bloom satisfaction Pluck enough to reshape into hope Track back to this moment and Seduce the small skeptic sizes Of me into waiting a bit longer
In my new book, Hold Space for Me, I would say my sense of identity is one of a courageous, vulnerable, empath. I say courageous and vulnerable because you need courage to be open and commit to staying open and vulnerable so that you can connect and empathise more with people.
...meaning, a peaceful day in June is a cold day in July; bullets are like raindrops on the mother of green...