I spit the whole of who I am in the palm of my hand
So
I start to feel dizzy
As I think of the right grip fear has on me
I am envious of your happiness
You can shine regardless even when the sun scorns you an angry red
So I am taught only the moonlight can love me the night is the only thing that carries my worries and dreams away the night is like my skin .
They say the world is beautiful if you look close enough yet I can't help but see death
My blood once in my head is now like a blob of color on the pavement
Like flowers sprouting from cement
When it rains
YOU ARE READING
A black girls tongue
PoetryPlease , Don't reuse my stuff without permission!!! Now that we got that out of the way this is a book written in mind of a black girls perspective .either it's poetry or a short story it's all pieces I have written my self 🤎.
