Coping

When I finally have the chance to breathe

I can’t stop thinking about

The way you see me

Inverting previous admonitions

From condescension to care

I wonder if I too am inverted

If the miles between us

Cloud your words

Making fickle mist with every breath

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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