we let the echoes shape us.
HER
In heart I remember life In wanting I desire time In hope I find joy that washes my feet The taste of music on my skin And in this space I fold into myself again Let the ache rise and fall like quiet waves
I Am
I am A Beautiful Black Woman
She was, she is
In her I saw pain, in her everyday, her eyes get wet What no one sees is her strength, the ability to keep going regardless. Today her yesterday is more defined She was but she is and that should be noted in history
Nene's Corner 