A poem inspired by people of colour, of injustice and racism, and feelings of inadequacy. Thank you for reading <3
It’s the twenty-first of March when Mina arrives at the St. John’s Private Hospital, a bouquet of Mary’s favourite flower—lilies—tucked in the crook of her arm.
The first time she looked at me my heart didn't skip a beat. After all who falls in love with a dried flower?
A poem inspired by people of colour, of injustice and racism, and feelings of inadequacy. Thank you for reading <3
It’s the twenty-first of March when Mina arrives at the St. John’s Private Hospital, a bouquet of Mary’s favourite flower—lilies—tucked in the crook of her arm.
The first time she looked at me my heart didn't skip a beat. After all who falls in love with a dried flower?