The joy of Gospel music Reaching like arms to my room And pulling me out of my bed The smell of Plantain frying Twirling me, bare foot To dance down the stairs My Father, cooking up Love His smile like the glow of the sun Warm on my face, He chases the dimming sleep, Breakfast, … Continue reading Saturday Kitchen
The more poeple that know, the more real it becomes
I've not told a single one of my friends as yet. Partly because of the shame of it, partly because that if i tell people, i'm admitting it's happened. The words feel unreal to me, and i'm not sure people will believe me.
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