Poems from fairyblue21
His eyes swallow me in a deep long sigh that sounds like the wind, soft and cool like lime and earth dark, strong like the tree, the...
I am from the old white wash church, from Belma sardine and El jiborito pigeon peas.
I am from the small...
Dirty skin. Black skin. Brown skin. Just because it is the color of the very earth that nurture us does not constitute it as dirty.
The...
I am a writer, I write to ease my pain. Hear me scribble, yabble, and babble scrap!
And so I will write until day’s end, for the book is my...
Dear, Ted
Hi, Ted remember me the girl from the flower market, the one with jewels for eyes. Can you imagine how time flies? I am...