Poems from Miss Que
We laugh like open casket, at an end of a gathering
our silence is a graveyard to our love.
Our bed a reminder that ghosts exist
Our...
I am writing you another letter I will not send.
How beautiful are the daisy on the side road leading to the grave yard.....
I wonder if...
I am writing you another letter I will not send.
How beautiful are the daisy on the side road leading to the grave yard.....
I wonder if...
I come from a long line of broad-shoulder women
Strong women who can carry their own
It is said my great - greatfather stood on top...
Somebody's daughter died
And another woman's baby did it
He has learnt the art of war
How to turn his hands into a weapon that kills...