You allow me to feel.

I can cry and release the pain that almost took my life.

My pen and paper have been a faithful bedfellow who has always been there for me. In times of joy, you were there to rejoice with me. In my time of anguish, the ink poured out my pain and the paper embraced it with love.

My one true love allows me to express my inner warrior, my inner lover, my inner romantic, the one that will only be revealed on paper that awaits the story I must tell.

Today I fall in love again with my pen and paper.

Much love,

Black Mama

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