poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Yin and Yang,the two sides of me,A girl of brown, red and gold,The gold in me remaining unrusted, raw like the metal,Whole red heart in me,, pulp like plums, rich in purple, rich in its flesh, so sweet in its many layers, a pounding ball of flesh, unfinished in its creation by the All Mighty,or […]