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Sandra Jean-Pierre | Digital Artist & Writer of Words.

Tag: women loving women

I am not an easy person to love. I am a challenge, a case study in patience. I am complicated. Not on purpose.  I’m not sure people set out to be elaborate, thorny bundled masses of Complex® on purpose.  It’s just what you end up with once Life, situations … people are through with you.  You wind up getting up from the ground one day and realize how ramshackled and rough around the edges you are and in the next

You are looking for me and I will know you when I see you… © 2013 Sandra Jean-Pierre I think of you now, often. in the dim and dark stretches of the night when my back needs rubbing or my soul needs consoling, when my lips need you near to kiss. I imagine our days, filled with small talkings, big love and unspoken knowing nods of the disease that we both refuse to acknowledge, that keeps my arms from wrapping

It’s one of those nights, where the day has worn on me long and thin, where my eyes burn but I push them to entertain me anyway. It is one of those nights where I am needy and greedy and visceral with it to no one in particular.  It is one of those dangerous nights when all my pieces don’t want to add up yet I refuse to run on a deficit. One of those nights where nothing is wrong

I am not sure there is much in life that I have been proud of; even if I’ve worked at something, like finishing my education say, I can’t say I was proud.  If anything I was glad to have gotten it done and over with.  Glad that it was no longer an unfinished task looming over my head, waiting to shame me in some kind of way. But proud?  Proud always makes me feel like it is just a segue

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