Poems from gabbytyson111
Let me start by saying,I am. What a black woman can;What she breathed life into through the likes of man;Coddled and cultured till I could...
My light whispers to me
I am a woman grown;
Called beyond waters I have not yet known
Wisp of mist display secrets I have not yet shown
And...
there is enough tyranny hypocrisy synecdochial koinonia in the modern day
definition of love to siphon off realness in reality enough for...
He was happy yesterday.
Happy because of me.
And he didn't hide it,
Or keep it inside.
He let me see it.
He wore it all over his skin.
He...