Where Can I Go? Kierra Wooden

Where Can I Go?

Kierra Wooden

Where can I go?

I feel like I’m in pieces, the world has claim over every inch of my anatomy. Where can I go? Is there a place for me to be? Is there a place for me to be free? Where can I go? Is there a place for me to be? Is there a place for me to be free? Tell me where, God, tell me where, tell me where, I beg you. Tell me where can my black ass go to feel human?