Hold her hand while she walks. Tell her she’s beautiful before she talks. Laugh at every joke. Never strike her, even though you might not know it, your harshest words will hurt her. Love her unconditionally and comfort her repeatedly.
Writing is my second life
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Local Cincinnati author and poet. I focus on grabbing my readers attention by writing about realistic fiction novels. I write poems as far as my mind will take me. I was born in Kentucky but raised in Cincinnati, I have four children. I began writing as early as 12. I plan to make my work known through the eyes of many. My novels consist of young urban literature. View all posts by leewritingisme
