Melanin Tree. Her hairs – roots that defy gravity. Her melanin skin – a bark defiant to chipping away. Her eyes – spots where branches were once obstacles washed away by the storm of her tears. Her ears – Leaves that only absorb rays of truth. Her lips – a gentle flower awaiting touch. Her nostrils – a beautiful imperfect bump on the bark, curved by a divine hand that gave it breath.
Nekoye Ommeh
Nekoye Ommeh Poems 