Coco in my cup! Light and love will fill me up. Our joy is enough.
By Ahsha Claytonabout a month ago in Poets
Before the cold of night, We sit by campfire's light. Warmed by pure delight.
I am a child of the Geechee Gullah Born from a freshwater mother. From her womb, I’m a labor of love. She gave me a culture they don’t want to think of.
By Ahsha Clayton2 months ago in Poets
Crunch goes the lifeless leaves As I am bitten by a morning breeze No matter how many layers I have, I freeze. I’m frustrated that summer had to leave.
By Ahsha Clayton3 months ago in Humans
