Poems from Terese moise
Why mask the truth when the black of dirt is the same value as the brown of my skin. The eyes that shield my pain; can also smile without a...
Why mask the truth when the black of dirt is the same value as the brown of my skin. The eyes that shield my pain; can also smile without a...
Why mask the truth when the black of dirt is the same value as the brown of my skin. The eyes that shield my pain; can also smile without a...