Poetry by Ben Nardolilli


She is not in black in white,
She leaves that to her world,
Tiles, shoes, dress, and ceilings,
Edges spring up and grow out
To compose her garden.
Her body brings more diversity:
Brown hair, green eyes,
Skin a shade dirtier than white,

And she hates it.

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