Black Looks - Including an African LGBTIQ+ Archive

Poetry

Blah and Blue

I’m feeling blue

And I think it’s because of you

Stepping stones or skipping stones?

You pull me up then make me trip

Tripping and beefing and feeling low

You think I need you I know

So here’s what I propose

How about we suppose

That I can work it out so that you need me

Then won’t we be even?

Even and odd and feeling blah

Why don’t we just try to be at par?