I like to write but I don’t think that qualifies me as a writer. I wrote this trying to train my brain to stop thinking about Junior. It’s reminds me of a poem by Maya Angelou, I Hate to Lose Something.
Junior does not like you; He don’t like you. Don’t call him;He don’t like you. He don’t want you calling him; He don’t like you at all. He can’t tolerate you; He can’t nothing with you. Leave him alone; He don’t like you. Do not call his job; He don’t like you. Do not email him; He don’t like you. Do not look for him when you’re in his town; He don’t like you. Do not react to anything pertaining to him; He don’t like you. Do not react to any memory of him; He don’t like you. No one wants to hear you talk about your love for him. Nothing about him interests any of your friends. They don’t want to hear that shit; Cause they know he don’t like you. Just stop it; damn, just stop it. He don’t like you.-Netanyia SamuelMay 5, 2021Five days before his 50th birthday.
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