A tiny poem about letting go

A woman with a headwrap on stares into the distance. The picture is black and white.
Photo by Bash Mutumba

I will go to war to protect my peace,
silently, knotting together
inch by inch of leftover fabric
to keep the sadness
you once brought me
far, far away.

The stress of worrying about you
gave me bad skin, and made my hands shake.
My body rejected you
a long time ago.
Now it’s…

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Nia Simone McLeod

Nia Simone McLeod

Freelance writer covering pop culture, creativity, race + other fun stuff | she/her | Subscribe to my newsletter: https://ohwrite.substack.com/welcome