Birkenstocks and weed socks what a shock. Maybe even a fall from grace some may say. If this applies to you, here’s a letter of gratitude
By Jordan Renee Joiner5 years ago in Poets
How does the sky look to you? Is it any other color than blue? Because if it’s black then I see it, and I see you too. At night, the moonlight compliments your brown skin as it glazes over your face with a layer ever so thin.
