hood feminism is very important
the turn up was once again too real.
talked about gentrification on the Lyft ride home. texted exes. snapped to some spoken word about first time sexual experiences. wore a crop top and acid wash jeggings. made it all night in heels without crying. blew a kiss at my director as i left the bar.
life is good. life is divine.
Was there a second of time that I looked around?
Did I sail through or drop my anchor down?
Was anything enough to kiss the ground?
And say I am here now and she is here now