~A Lost Angel~
As the stars falls and the night start glowing,
I undo my hair to get a good look.Hair touches my face with the wind blowing,I look t the stars and think of a book.
The book had said that the stars would shine bright.
When I look at the stars, I start to tear.
Sometimes I want to wish with all my might.
Salty tears fall on my cheek when I hear
A sound that's quiet, but sad without doubt.
I can't look so I strain my eyes to see.
Somehow I know what the sound is about.
When I cried I whimpered, sound was just me.
The stars are the most beautiful things,
As I take this jump off and spread my wings.
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Thoughts of a Black Woman
AlteleA collections of poems and short stories and thought from the mind of a young black woman.
