Our love
is a Polaroid
left in the sun
for too long.
Fleeting.
Fading.
One day I’ll write the story of our love. Today is not that day.
One manifestation of "The Black Experience" from the perspective of a twenty-something, Black queer Texan woman.
Our love
is a Polaroid
left in the sun
for too long.
Fleeting.
Fading.
One day I’ll write the story of our love. Today is not that day.
Vivid image! I love this poem.
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Thank you so much!
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