Black Beauty
14 lines 4 the beautyful 1s
Mar 20, 2023
Within the bluest eye of the beholder,
How I wonder up, above a star so high,
About an older twinkling, drinking gourd
Skies over the marvelous, great grandgravel:
Why is this soil bad for certain kinds of flowers?
Having made sweet outta being brutalist built,
Potted-snipped, replanted-plucked.
Your type of pretty’ll be whacked— the sun- nectar center — sucked.
‘So no more grow, y’know?’
The ‘weeds:’ little brown fingers,
Flower stems, dark
Dandelions splay splendacious ends.
My Petal, thou wilt
Never, ever bend.
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Kira Mungai, 2023.