Show your tongue to me
Let me tell you
How you are
Roll up and discover
The underside
Where panther unfurls
Too hot in the sun
We wear our outside smiles
With blisters hidden
Connected in swallow
Board a bus, get out
But the breath will know
Shallow
Deep
An ease in this hope
There is clear air ahead
Just breathe
Away the false
What cannot be spoken aloud
A sore throat is never
Just a sore throat
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This is so true. Great ending.
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Stunning
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Oh my, this is powerful.
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Wonderful… panthers and sore throats!
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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” We wear our outside smiles”… YES, I refer to it as the mask. I’m good at wearing it. Or used to be. I decided to try and leave it home as often as I can now.
I’ve always suffered from sore throats, from the time I was a child.
I’ve known for a while that it’s not just a sore throat. It’s words that need to be said but can’t be spoken for fear of backlash or of hurting someone.
I hope one day I am allowed to speak my truth freely and sore throats will be a thing of the past.
Thanks for writing this. It resonates with me.
XO
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💓💓💓
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Thank you. I’ll take all the love I can tonight. ❤
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Every night you have my faith in you sister heart
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Thank you ❤
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With blisters hidden indeed
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