Black, Lesbian, Womanist

Not to long ago I was with this woman.. And I remember her wanting to play a song for me. It was a song that I had new very well and played often. But she seemed so excited to share with me something that she thought was new to me. She began telling me everything about the artist, and although I knew, I sat there, smiling and excited too. Seeing her speak of them with so much life, I acted as if it were my first time hearing the song, and my first time falling in love with both the art and the artist, and I was. I was falling in love again… but this time it was with her.