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...