i saw a black girl standing there
and to me, it looked like she wasn't even here
unconnected with reality
she fought for some sense of rationality
her eyes held unshed tears
her bags overweighed her fears
the scars she carried were so clear and precise
i thought her last breath would be a sweet demise
why do you do yourself so?
the greatest enemy is your own foe
why don't you see what I see?
don't you see that melanin dripping skin could be thee
your liscious, glistening waves of hair
your curves and angles that give you flair
don't you see, darling?
you standing in front of the mirror, is me
YOU ARE READING
Allured | BOOK 1
PoetryA L L U R E D - to be attracted; to desire. ❝Adore my heart upon your sleeve, Love the whispers that floats upon evening breeze. Listen to my words of melody, Unlock your senses, and interpret to memory. Richly, our blood flows a colour of dye, Ent...
