Poems from Boss-Lady Bugaj
You. Are. Worth it.
Even when it doesn’t seem so, you are worth every single bit of energy that anyone has ever invested into you- lies...
Being black in America is washing away shea butter. Removing all of your olive, moroccan, and tea-tree oil from the dark mahogany amber...
-The sun shines ever so slightly on one singular patch of fertile earth in the wake of a season yielding milk and honey.
-There resides a...