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.