Mar 28
1 min read
triangle
a poem
i wish happiness would
welcome me into its
home without a fight.
beckon me to cross
its threshold and
fall into its arms.
i would allow it to
sweep me off my feet.
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(She/her) is a black biaceflux writer whose work revolves around living with one’s trauma and mental illness in a black queer body. Instagram @ ZariaRashay
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