I am not here
Will I go on?
Will the world end without a Reed of grass standing tall?
I worry about these things..
almost as much as the length of my hair.
So much on my plate..black..woman..lesbian..butch.
Boiled down to nothing.
Looking for what's underneath..
Have you seen me with your eyes?
Felt me with your hands?
Heard me with your ears?
Do you know about my deconstructed soul?
Did you know
my blackness contains light?
My womanhood is precious
My love is safe inside women
My femaleness lives in peace with my maleness
My soul..is not black.or woman. or lesbian. Or butch
I think..
I think..
I think..
I'm just me.
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