Poetry Night DancerBy Magunga Williams23rd March 20151 Nyalano picks at her food like her tongue is sore Avoids my face like I’m an ogre’s descendant Rations her… if you loved this, someone else might too. Share!Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
