The Book Nook Chronicles

Poem inspired by When We Were Birds by Ayanna Lloyd Banwo

When the sky is clear,
the air have some leftover rain in it -
The gold mango blush 
shouldn't come cheap.

You always end up failing somebody.
Still think that love is something soft, 
something nice?

Your own woman body is
like a prayer in the dark;
being hated better than being forgotten.

Adults was same as children, just bigger.
Centuries-old stringing together -
people does be made up of all kinds jagged parts.