that nobody else can hear a deep thumping noise that I feel bouncing around in the pit of my stomach. It takes me back to lives once lived and to new stories waiting to fill up my cup deprived of wonder. I have my own little reality, one that shifts and changes against the winds of the world the world that wants the Black woman to not look in. Sway hip from one side to the other, bouncing my merry way into worlds that you'll never get to see. There goes that Black woman and the personas she takes on, always turning and looking in. In to where Victoria and Charlotte expand worlds where the Black woman looking in is safe.
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