Poems from Mikky Black
The pitter patter of painless rain plucks at my window,Pressing to my brain.It sounds like children, lots of childrenDancing. Most can't...
The things I see in me aren’t pretty; they’re not things I like to see
I wear hoodies because I’m insecure
And I can’t forget what they...
I don’t like the word flawless
It implies a static attitude
Perfection implies rigidity, uniform
I am a fluid
I change all the time
I try...