Poems from DijonnaeMorgan

His playground of love.
First off, I would like to say I loved you... Secondly, That was the Third left lie you spoke, leaving me lingering in Beyonce metaphores...
Naive
She imprinted wishful thinking onto fragile skin. Dreamt of last names being shared, and Put him on a pedestal too unworthy.   Her heart...
Be Beautiful. (In memory of Marie Bailey)
Grandma Re You be Beautiful Like births, like breaths, like time, like life itself. Like we cherish the name Marie because bringing...
Etta James.
Etta James   “At last, my love has come along… My lonely days are over… Life is like a song…”   I want to die in your arms. So, your face...
January.
I wonder how long it took you to forget you had a daughter. To forget you were a man, to forget you had a backbone. Bones stacked in...