Coco in my cup! Light and love will fill me up. Our joy is enough.
By Ahsha Clayton4 days 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 Clayton29 days 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 Clayton2 months ago in Humans
