Second Coming
About Chika Onyenezi
More Poetry
I’m tired of pretending to be someone who I can’t be and no one else is who they think they are
When you were born,
Mom cussed the nurses.
We wish, just a bit, for the curve in the mountain highway
I’m tired of pretending to be someone who I can’t be and no one else is who they think they are
When you were born,
Mom cussed the nurses.
We wish, just a bit, for the curve in the mountain highway