How can something so cruel still look as beautiful as her?
she makes loveless look so soft
she made sanctuary feel like madness.

Sweet honey & green tea
that was the color of my mother’s eyes
they shone like amulets
worthy only of Cleopatra herself
I thought she was worthy
Of her melanin-kissed skin
and her voice, all songbirds and lullabies
All curly tresses and coffee stained books

My eyes were clothed with admiration
For a woman who raised me like a machine.


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