My Eyes

My eyes disappear when they smile Like the crescent moon They tell the truth When my words refuse They are dark brown Like the skin of the orphans I danced with Like the muddy river of the Turkwel that I swam in They are shiny Like the glare on the windows of my plane Where the…

The Rain on Canal

The rain on Canal is putting me in a chokehold It makes the cabs look like beams of light I lost my umbrella again somewhere on 16th and 9th The icy cold rain pounding on me My black dress dragging heavier with each step I shiver and walk past the men of the ivory coast…