A Poem on Womanhood and A Poem for My Mother
WOMANHOOD My chocolate colored coat smells of arabica coffee beans and samples of perfume bottles I cannot afford yet The linen doesn’t feel secure anymore I am changing along with my wool fabric This is
WOMANHOOD My chocolate colored coat smells of arabica coffee beans and samples of perfume bottles I cannot afford yet The linen doesn’t feel secure anymore I am changing along with my wool fabric This is