Sometimes my skin slithers that I feel
snake-calculating gestures of foreboding,
HUE (a poem by George Oge-Kalu Comfort)
The world made her the best version for herself
Even when she was seen as just a rare piece of china on her mother’s shelf
Sometimes my skin slithers that I feel
snake-calculating gestures of foreboding,
The world made her the best version for herself
Even when she was seen as just a rare piece of china on her mother’s shelf