Robyn Fisher sees black women as mythical and superhuman. Why should she not? The magic comes from realness, the love, the flesh, hair. They way words are formed and how it rolls off the lips. The way they rally around each other when needed.
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"Morning love," Logan said to me.
"Morning, how are you?" I asked sitting a plate of spaghetti in front of me.
"Before you say anything, Clover wanted to cook breakfast and you know she only knows how to make spaghetti. So, don't say nothing when she comes back in here."
"I promise," I laughed.
"How you two feeling?"
"I feel good, tired of throwing up. But...you know."
"Yeah, sorry I can't help with that," he said and kissed my cheek.
"True, but this is your fault." I smiled.
"Look at my outfit," Clementine said coming into the kitchen.
She looks cute, but had on my boot heels. She loves that bear Robyn got her. She doesn't put it down.
"Girl you look amazing," Logan said to her.
"That's right, looking right off the runway." I smiled.
"Look at the twins," Ona said.
Clementine moved and our twin two year old girls were wearing my underwear and bras over their onesies.
