Poems from Kamani Brighton
I broke myself.
I’m a lost flower in a garden of complexities.
a flower glazed by its aromatic,
minty bell-shaped attire
with an exotic...
once upon a love poem ago,
there was ART.
artistic love? or love artistry?
I’d adapt the moon's gravity
for your love.
a love that was...
Hey,
It's been a while
and
I tried to pardon the pander,
but my interest in you grew
stronger,
my fondness became
fonder,
I was...
she is the mother of her children,
carried them for nine months.
endured the pain of her sons.
cut from the same fabric
to bare her name...
we are like a broken mirror,
we see the cracks of our past
but we look into the still pieces to perceive our future.
we could be a broken...