On a white day like this
On a road like this
I drove to an address
Stranger in me
Feeling home
Less of me
Feeling more
One of me
Feeling for
One of you.
On a white day like this
On a road like this
I drove to an address
Stranger in me
Feeling home
Less of me
Feeling more
One of me
Feeling for
One of you.
What country! Eyes seeking the weak, Found the blind. Searching for sounds of grace, I heard the bellow of the bully. Lying eyes everywhere Drunk on God that is not even god. Here I am again, Homeless, rootless. Not my...
Now stand before the mirror,
How made for each other you are!
Your baby, standing on her tiny wobbly legs, Staring at you, her fingers joyfully in her mouth I am like that, when it comes to you. Who are you, then? I’ve heard it said That there is a phase women go through...
Someone come bury me Don’t wait for me to die When poets are being buried, what of my death See my cut heart Feel its split aches Hear its wild echoes There, see it pushing its way Up through my throat, my eyes...
Black. Let me try this one, she said, “…can I do this by my own…?” Pushing him away A self-deprecating Twist on her lip, Still smiling, “I look …..y,” Nearly taking it off White...
For tomorrow I must lose this weight off my heart Pry it out of your vise grip of silence Somebody holds the key to this living, and its not me When nanna died, I cried at the mere sight of the birds When amma died, I...
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