So I told Dude about my life.
My dreams my goals.
My broken bones and heart.
I told Dude how I clung to hope and love. How hard it had been.
How lonely.It didn’t work out. That happens. 

But why did he have to say it didn’t work out because I was 

DAMAGED. 

Fuck you, Dude. Bitch ass wanna be perpetrating as a Man. 

Author: pdeedixon

Woman. Mother. Lawyer. Black. RaceWoman. Womanist. Feminist. LBGTQQPIA ally. divorced

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