I had to vomit for 8 months just to exercise this nigga from my body. His energy couldn’t live in the same place such a tender miracle inhabited. But my womb knew more than me. She had absorbed more than I thought my talk therapy, prayer, running, green juices, yoga and breathing could heal away. She was calloused and tough. Mimicking the scabs of one w…
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