When I walk down the street
I don’t get those frequent looks
catcalls, and obscene
gestures, like my
friends do
“Are you a girl?”
the silence seems to ask
while minimizing
their problems
Clouds are roses too
you know, they are
light and airy and
bespeckled with dew
though the roses are rooted
and red
Yes, red
that ever-important colour
M.
Feb 20/17
Archival ink and ink pencils on paper
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