White women can jump


I remember the look in her eyes. She was caught. Admittedly, she plays the game well. She’s an all-star forward with a killer high jump and rebound. She commands the court with authority. An elbow to the nose if one attempts to steal possession. Her long fingers and palm hold a death grip. She teases mercilessly, you are beneath as if bowing to her whiteness. She always calls the shots.  

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Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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