Tonight's Poet Corner: Introspection
If the past couple of weeks have taught me anything, it's that there are never too many bridges to burn. Seriously, I have burned several bridges due to a number of circumstances, not at all limited to the Black Lives Matter protests and COVID-19. I have had people unfriend me on social media en masse. I have had relatives become keyboard warriors because they don't have the stones to confront me about my beliefs in person. Lemme tell ya, I've drunk a lot of literal and figurative tea, and it has been piping hot. I even got a passive-aggressive letter sent to me today - two days before my birthday, mind you! - from a previous client who had wanted me to ghost write her memoir. While admittedly, I dropped the ball on communicating with her over the past few months, she certainly wasn't keeping in contact with me, and I had made it excruciatingly clear to her how swamped I was with work and personal projects (and that was before the plague happened) and how it might be be
