by Lady Munira | Sep 3, 2021 | Literary
Wound festering with beguiled treachery Finding solace in the last places we ought to be Seeking our salvation from a white-faced deity Needing to jump and shout to feel our inherent electricity Not realizing we’d stifled our power a long time ago Flesh freshly...
by Lady Munira | Sep 3, 2021 | Literary
Nestled near Hallelujahs and hog maws Between grieving mothers and study halls Can’t tell if it’s Madea’s cooking you’re catching Or if the view of generations past brings back olfactory memories Of shotgun houses never being empty And gunshots...
