My place is as an Indo-Afrikan Queen whose daily struggle is existing under the burdens of oppression, racism and patriarchy trying tirelessly to make it through each day.
What's yours?
Saturday 3 June 2017
Summer Concerto
Your
gaze, pierces
me in soft and sharp
places, perfect.
Summer night
shadows somersaulting
in the juncture of my
thighs.
Oh, pick at the
strings of my violin
with your
pretty bow, tonight.
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