It's terrible seeing the women cry. I want to tell them, Sweetheart, I see you! He may not, but I do! I want to tell them, Sweetheart, be more realistic! I want to tell them, Sweetheart, your gown is beautiful!

Letter Wherein I Confess My Desires

the time you gave me your shoes after I slipped on the ice–
you walked home barefoot and never complained.
i forgot then that you are from the snow,
you are used to this.

Orange Poem for My Best Friend Jo, Who Collects Orange Poems

if i write about a man destined to be king, what do i say? do i ignore the willows weeping, the wind mourning his unexpected departure? do i curse God or see Him everywhere, in everything? do i run, scared? do i fight, or die like a dog?

Haja Kamara

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