“She Isn’t Me”…💅🏾

Taken back by the nostalgia of the bitter sweet ending of us.

I know we both probably hoped we would hurt a little, but we both seem happy.

Perhaps I should have “learned a lesson” but even after all this time, the truth still evades me

Unsure of where the “WE” and “US” went wrong

Why did the blowing of kisses turn to blows in the kisser;

Why did our pride in love, turn to a love of pride

Could you have stopped if you wanted too?

Me neither….

I tried, I screamed so loud it was heard inside and out.

I dug my feet in and leaned back, hoping reality would grow tired and let go instead of me.

But now you are with her and the fact of the matter is “She isnt Me”

She could never be…

Published by Some Dope Black Girl Writes....

"Some dope black girl writes" is inspired by the everyday life of a melanated, educated and sophisticated young woman living in an era where she is too young to remember slavery, segregation or "White's Only" locations but now old enough to be terrified at what may come again. Are our people strong enough this time to LIVE not just survive?

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