As I smack the pavement,
you caress me.
Ever repeating,
we spin against the wind.
Each time I rise,
you hold a new clump of me,
and sing for me
to stop stepping on your toes.
With forked woes I belt,
“I don’t know what I’m doing here!”
. #ZaireArt #Procreate #DigitalArt #BLackWomen #Poem
