your blackness;
skin darker than raw honey,
laughed at thought to be funny,
hair so nappy as a mane,
made them cause me so much pain,
my mother told me that I'm pretty,
said let it be wild and free,
not to be tamed or tethered with,
just left to exist to be,
5/12/16 edited on 01/03/19
YOU ARE READING
at sea (i am your serenity)
Poetryjust poems (ranging from all lengths, short and long) I have written that the world might benefit from hearing. x
