she realized
she wasn't one
of life's winners
when she wasn't sure
life to her was some dark
***** secret that
like some unwanted child
too late for an abortion
was to be borne
alone
she had so many private habits
she would ********** sometimes
she always picked her nose when upset
she liked to sit with silence
in the dark
sadness is not an unusual state
for the black woman
or writers
she took to sneaking drinks
a habit which displeased her
both for its effects
and taste
yet eventually sleep
would wrestle her in triumph
onto the bed