how to be starving.
They say poetry is art, so let me paint you a picture of a young girl with a broken heart.
Young, smart, melanated and gifted
and every time she opens her mouth, that’s when her talent is witnessed.
Hair defines gravity and her features flawless but every time she looks in the mirror she decides to ignore this and goes straight to what society has deemed as gorgeous and realises she doesn’t fit the portrait of fine hair and slim features and skin that flawless...
