Poems from Tamryn_Zhane
Your fingers tell the soft story to my skin.
A cautious, caring narrative.
Woven on spot, etched on my flesh.
Your lips sing the song of...
Every war has an enemy.
A war for respect, territory, blood.
You grow up learning what colors to wear,
What gang signs to throw up, what...
A peaceful war.
A troubled paradise.
Absolutely unsure of the life given.
Deafening silence.
Silent noise filling each cavity of the soul...
(Parody of George Elle Lyon)
I am from proper grammar,
Spoken through black lips.
From stereotypes and judgements.
I am from privilege and...
Epitomy of beauty.
Thin, striking, bright.
The opening act, yet the star of the show.
Your abstract curves,
And evil glare,
Snap attention...