Millenials' BlissA Poem by QuinCome to me now. I need your sweat, Your salty tears, Our silhouette Across the display Of a Netflix light. If an animal, I’d be a Wounded deer, a relentless target to a cupid With an ill-willed and Sneaky grin. You had me at “Netflix And chill” And sold at the Addition of Popeyes. Even now, my toe Grazes a chicken bone, Sending a deviant shudder Over lax limbs. I glance over the Full Metal Alchemist Bed sheets, and a Non-existent headboard: Typical Millennials interlude. “My Big Black King,” I say. “My Chocolate Drop Angel,” You say. I nuzzle you. Out of nowhere materializes a Tiny diamond ring over a pack of Rolos. “Let’s make it official,” you say. “Yes,” I say, with tears, “Remind me to pay the Netflix subscription." © 2024 QuinAuthor's Note
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Added on September 14, 2024 Last Updated on September 14, 2024 Tags: millenials poetry black AuthorQuinHouston, TXAbouta 40+ black christian woman who enjoys reading, writing poetry and writing short stories. i write both christian and non. i am the author of the poetry in expression series that was once self publishe.. more..Writing
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