i named her
Africa
because it rolled off
the tip of my
tongue
like the name of a
goddess
she belonged to
the land of the droughts
and only i
lacked a
little
lick of her
lips.
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I named her Africa #Wattys2015
PoetryI didn't mind if my fingertips were rusted with coffee grounds, or if my palm still hosted bread crumbs, I reached out my hand across the table, and you squeezed it but proved me wrong. My mind was spiraling, my heart, unstable. ____________________...
