Here is my response to the Day 14 writing prompt. I made these little buggers hard didn't I? Hm, funny. I'm working on the other two. Blessings Lonely Hearts! I'll be back this weekend with content directed toward African-American History so look for Diasporic Voices posts in the coming weeks!
Where’s the Love?
by Ieisha McIntyre
I feel my love is no where.
And then,
a new breath enters my lungs and
there is possibility.
And then,
a small warm paw.
And then,
a call from an old friend.
I feel my love is no where.
And then,
friends become bored.
And then,
family dies.
And then,
there is no ring.
I feel my love is no where.
And then,
God shows his face.
In the eyes of a stranger,
In a baby in the supermarket,
In the smile looking back at me from a mirror.
There is my love.
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