My place is as an Indo-Afrikan Queen whose daily struggle is existing under the burdens of oppression, racism and patriarchy trying tirelessly to make it through each day.
What's yours?
Wednesday 31 May 2017
Nimbus
Glossy
sinuous locks
frame your
pointy little
face in
thick black
wisps.
Oh, what I'd
give to run
my hands
through the
strands of
your soul.
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