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Her Arms Were Weary

a haiku about infidelity

By R.C. TaylorPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Her Arms Were Weary
Photo by Jessica Felicio on Unsplash

Why are Black women

always expected to carry

men who would drown them?

heartbreaklove poemssocial commentarysad poetry

About the Creator

R.C. Taylor

I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.

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