I watched other people build brick homes and we, we built a straw hut. Knowing full well it would never stand up Against the angry hot winds of darkness that would erupt.
Author: Cierra Robinson
Blue Black Girl by Cierra Robinson
Most days my skin smells like sadness Pigmentation–melancholy Feels like it was hidden in my bones Draw blood–I’m certain it’s blue Keep trying to level up But I’ve got lead in my shoesContinue reading