Under the hot sun succumbed by the smell of fresh cut grass
The sound of garage doors opening and closing,
birds chirping, dragon flies lying around the sky,
close enough
Author: Chena Priant
Before I was not yours and
yours from some temporarily kinda twain soul
owned with forbiddance, the soul is continuous
seamlessness-
that earth closed unlike the public knowledge out the
By Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think
