Lick the ink of my pen
And
Spit poetry slow into the canvas of my skin,
Take control, make me feel it deep into my vein, work me with those lips of Novocaine…

Lick the ink of my pen
And
Spit poetry slow into the canvas of my skin,
Take control, make me feel it deep into my vein, work me with those lips of Novocaine…
It’s beautiful!π I write poetry too I’d be glad if you could check out my blog π much love
Most def! I love reading the art of others!


Her work combines ancestral knowledge with visions of the planetary future, examining how Black perspectives can transform how we see our world and what lies ahead.
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