Run Girl, Run She wanted to be a man in disguise Paid right Total autonomy of her body She wanted to be a dandelion To fly freely
By Malika Young7 years ago in Poets
What have we become? If you only look around and notice the misery, Brave souls dying by the seconds, Protesters silenced by disfavors,
Dandelions The engine is running. Smoke clothed the sky. I made up my mind. Our love is too deep. Tongues pressed. Hands bare.
Moon Dust Rain has come The evening breeze barked Blue streak rain poured We quivered. The wind shivered. The night glistened.
G a y Three letter word; So fitting and broad. Dogmatic in its arches— Sitting in the distance of the man; who wears his hat;
What I want in my life Is to be loved Wrapped against the cold sunrise. Is to be valued against the odds. Is to live like I’ve never lived before.
Wherever you are: Stuck on a train, Mowing the fresh grass, Morning breakfast turn to waste, Fixed in beeping horns, and urgent sirens