Black Dolly

Black dolly. I loved her hair. Her afro- The braids and the way she spoke. She said some bleached their skin And I felt horrified. Why would you erase the color- the one God painted on you? Black dolly. I loved the way she could dance. Her mouth always running- But some how always truthContinue reading “Black Dolly”

Fading Writings

She wondered if he ever thought about her.  Letting go seemed easier; staying wasn’t even real.  Wanting to call him her baby; daydreaming he was hers. Wondering if he ever thought about that little black and white dress.  Ever wanted to call her baby; call her his wifey.  Time and distance made it hard; lifeContinue reading “Fading Writings”