Like cotton, of course.
Not like clouds. Not like
petals on sunflowers, or
dandelions.
Just cotton.
And that's fine.
I'd love to imagine
that my ancestors
hand picked me
to build this world
in their image.
YOU ARE READING
Where the Flowers Bloom Unwatered
PoetryA collection of poems written throughout several stages in life, journeying through the human condition through the lens of black girlhood and black womanhood.
