Poems from mxllika
these girls fan over my melanin as if it were designer
that they can try on and wear until they’re bored.
snatch the skin off this...
Silence;
was a man i once ‘loved’
he said he lived in the bath
that perhaps
if i held my head...
i used to try on my father’s clothes
his attire never seemed to fit me,
in his eyes anyway.
i felt the emptiness in his
work shirt,
envying...