WingSpan Poetry Project

CULTIVATING EMPOWERMENT THROUGH POETRY

My Angel

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I met my first angel
at my friend’s brother’s house at a party.
My angel was wearing glass.
Iridescent thick glass.

My angel is sick,
always coughing up thick smoke.

My angel is hungry
for attention, from me,

and only me

by Siren Monroe

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