I liked it better when you were a bitch. Hearing your weakened voice showcase the cruel deterioration of your once sharp mind, I feel a deep and bothersome sadness. Damn this tenderness and compassion that I needed from you as a child, teen, and young woman for coming through me now on your behalf.
Read MoreIn the mirror are all the women I am walking home.
I see my heroine's journey and the journeys of my ancestors. On this noble matriarch's migration, I am the captain entrusted to chart the course of totality. Our collective wholeness brings revelations, reclamations, and renewal. In the mirror, I see home.
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