For PictureBox
A Poem by Michelle Norsworthy
Flashing lights and smoke screens
twisted mirrors twist her – she was
not loving what she’d see
made up of soul externally
She said she feels like, loves
Maya Angelou and her Phenomenal Woman
a personal thing found in a page of black text digital
She said that phenomenal woman,
given life through poetry, a stack of letters
“That phenomenal woman was the real me.”
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