A lesson inspired by a glance out the window on a stormy Saturday morning.
Tag: Black Poets
Behold Her
You don't look at me You used to Though it was never to see beauty Was beauty there? In your eye, I wonder Cracks and specks Errant things All disected and discerned, under your eye All the little things, The desperate things The shame-filled things Left to wonder How desperate I was To have your [...]
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