The Friend

 

By Yero Jallow

 

All I saw was hugs

Hot and moving bugs

Moments of noisy mugs.

 

There, she was a fellow

A person so mellow

Her threats are fanning bellows.

 

Her black ebony skin shines

With a mighty pen that signs

And a humble heart that shies.  

 

 

 

 

 

           
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