Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
We Finally Meet
head bent under carefully sculpted hair
wax, I presume
hands reaching for newly tarred cigarettes,
(I know the scent of tobacco)
purposeful stride reminiscent of your mind,
I wonder if it is really you
Written by Janis A. Dizon aka… FaShaBaby
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