Jernee Timid was silently begging for some of my dinner last night.
Nope! No, ma’am! I enjoyed every morsel without sharing one bite!
beg
Tag: Pictured Poetry
press
peacefulness
this life
not this love
second-guessing as a first thought
I’ve forgotten how stressful the moving process can be. My body feels like it’s giving up on me.
But I press forward. It’ll all be over in eight days.
A Cornered Gurl 
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