Foreign
My whole being misses the familiarity of mama’s hugs
My whole being misses the familiarity of mama’s hugs
What do you think of me? When I’m living but not living up to your expectations.
Otito understood the beauty of herself.
Sit. Right Stand. Straight Shout. Quietly
I stopped drifting.
So I phone my father, again
And your worth is not measured by the crooked spoon someone else holds