Young. Black. Deranged.

Stares sky down at me
Maid black my face haunts the place
She says I don't belong if it's not to wash the plates

Sky strung across city lights
Broad back bent in toiling sun.
White stars pierce the night sky
(My father asks my mother why)
Whose rod wrecked back cracks its last

The "time apart" gives it's farewell kiss
But my roots killed I'll forever miss

~ "Domestic Bliss" - Anaïs Keilani