What’s so Lucky about the Number Seven?

I am not alone, but some days I feel lonely; like the last slice of bread of the loaf, I am part of a whole though some days I feel incomplete, like the thousand pieced puzzle that’s been worked on for weeks, only to find you’re missing two pieces- No one touches me like you do, like an unreachable goal, hanging above my head, like my sperm donor, like the fact that I’m terrified of letting go of marijuana, knowing my life might, be better without it.


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About EssahCozett

26|| Liberian-American || Woman of God || Cultural Advocate || Poet ||

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