orchids.
pink and blue.
violent.
count them on my arms,
count them on my belly,
count them in my heart.
orchids.
i swallowed all the pain.
do you think i will ever see without tears?
violet marks on foreign skin,
skin that i call mine -
yet the soul is not inside.
orchids.
pink is the colour of girls
and the skin turned blue with a touch of a man.
a true piece of raw poetry... it's all i want. rawness. thank you Rachel.
elPintor
Fri 5th Apr 2019 21:42
"orchids.
pink and blue.
violent.
count them on my arms,
count them on my belly,
count them in my heart."
I wanted to revisit and tell what I saw when I first read this...
It's a true piece of raw poetry, Mila--without all the fuss of getting dressed in frills, it stands on its own.
Rachel
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Mae Foreman
Thu 25th Apr 2019 20:45
What Rachel said. Raw and stripped of embellishments. True.
I have enjoyed your work, so original.
Thank you Mila?
Mae