Don’t leave Stay Just close enough But not too close You repeat my words back to me With a look of questioning in your eyes
By Amma Aburam4 years ago in Poets
As we sat at the table, my friends picked my body apart. They told me I used to be more “bootylicious," that I was skinny that time I returned from that trip, and that my mother compared me to a pin.
By Amma Aburam4 years ago in Viva