for a coloured girl whose self was stolen | a layin on of hands

this past wednesday i had to deal with some personal trauma. the kind of trauma i never thought would ever happen to me. the kinda thing one always thinks “that happens to other people not me”. this (saturday) is the first day, i haven’t found myself staring into spacing with tears streaming down my face. i don’t know when, but i know i’ll be all right. i needed something to lift me up and this is what i found:

for colored girls who’ve considered suicide when the rainbow is enuf