Zara Medugu Casts Her Mind Back In Poetry, "We Came, We Saw"
I stare at her eyes Clouded with conjunctivitis and worry The lines on her face are deeper now, collecting dust from the compound Her clothes hang loose Her...
I stare at her eyes Clouded with conjunctivitis and worry The lines on her face are deeper now, collecting dust from the compound Her clothes hang loose Her...
There are many things I love about myself; my acerbic wit, my willingness to admit when I’m wrong and the fierce protectiveness I have for the women who...
Sometimes I feel like I’m not enough, not exciting enough. With my long braids, popping highlighter and closing septum piercing, I call this phase...
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