Sustaining

We give up the best of ourselves

For another’s thrill

We wring ourselves dry

So another can drink

Somehow we find solace

In limp wrinkled cloth

I'm a black woman, a classically trained oboist, a self-taught composer, and an introspective poet trying to comprehend my thoughts.

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