My Heart Can’t Still Be Broken

I think I need to blame it on Luther. Luther Vandross that is. I should’ve listened to Tupac and Biggie instead of The Best of Luther Vandross. Luther will make you call your ex and say, “Hey, let me holla at you for a minute.” I need to get some shit off my chest.”

The final edits are done for my book. I’ve decided on a cover photo. I think. Seeing my journey on paper was difficult. I was reminded of playing the role of a good mother for Harrison and Sydney. While going through hell.

My performance was definitely Oscar worthy. Writing this book made me relive some heartbreaking memories. These memories will no longer be my secret. I can’t turn back now.

Or can I?


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