Poems from ilaracollins
I don’t think I can take
Writing another poem
There’s only so many I can make
They’re so bad, I can’t show ‘em
My mind never races fast...
This is His real name
Yahuah your Elohim
Is the start and end
I am like a mattress
Not just because my personality is flat
My bouncy curls akin to the soft padding on the inside
I’m soft like the...
My afro is big
My skin as dark as the night
I’m black and I’m proud
Some say the smile of a black woman
Can rival the sun
Some say the glow of the a black woman
Can be seen through the atmosphere...