by Lady Munira | Sep 3, 2021 | Literary
Just put me in the key of C Crippled cerebrums causing colorful characters To Cough Up Cacophonies Excusing themselves from the Cold cutting certainty That it’s too late once you’ve hit the...
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...