Comply Poem by Tajma Hall

Comply



The dust blindly
a fine hair
out of place
my hunger rolled
deep in this mirth
turn on my blank shield
I ruffle my crown
shift focus
a gray shirt open
to advice I blink -stare
my wrist golden retriever
within my looks
ready to face
out of place

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