This was a stunning re-read for me. I read this back in 2016 after seeing Theresa open for Rising Appalachia in Atlanta. I loved her spoken word so much that I bought her book after the show. I’m so happy I came back to this again. This was a beautiful last poetry selection for me to read in 2020 & reflect on the immense impact this year had especially in the Black Lives Matter community. A lot of the poems in this book reflect on the horrors of being a Black woman in America, the fear of watching your Black son grow up, police brutality, & much more. Theresa paints the picture for you in a way that does not cushion your understanding. She includes the true grit & gore of it. The fuck you of it. The unfairness of it. She writes about being a gay Black woman in interracial relationships & the struggle of it. She writes on grief, mourning, the loss of ones self, the celebration of love & passion, but also the lowest lows of abusive relationships. The self awareness this book contains is immeasurable. I cherish this collection for sparking my love of poetry all those years ago. Theresa’s work is incredible & I recommend this to absolutely everyone. My favorite quotes I’ll put here: “The way you cared in that non-committal way always reminding me that I was temporary.” “Knowing what it meant. Not wanting to see.” “I am sorry for your loss could have been my future. How I would not even Garner a hashtag. There would be no march. No riot for this Black woman.” “I can move away from you when the salt stings my skin. When I remember my gills. My scales. When I release the weight of you.”