Dear Love,
This is the week of Bahiyah. The week of Black women who love even when our loves are snatched from our arms prematurely. When our loves are rained on by fleets of bullets. When our loves are bombed and bombed and bombed. I can’t stop thinking about her. How cold it must have been the night of the firebomb. What thoughts ran through he…
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