UNTITLED by Renee Michelle Christian
*The cruel white man tried to braid fabrications.
He tried to cut a curve and make me weak.
He tried to split me from the ones I love.
I tell him to suck a lemon or sit on throne spirea.
Alphabet coming from my mouth is like ice.
But, I maintain my faith, hope for dreams of silk and my greatest
kiss of life.
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