She light
Like feathers.
Cold like weather.
In Korea.
In December.
She warm
Like sunshine.
In Georgia.
She duplicitous.
She got ways.
She moves in waves.
On Friday, it’s Hennessy.
And Sunday, it’s tea.
Duplicity.
She moves like, rush…
Still like, hush.
When it’s lightning.
Grandma said be quiet.
She be laughin in secret.
She be smokin in the street.
She be wild…
She be complacent. She be everything
She fuckin feel like.
Indigo 