Saturday, 12 September 2020

Dear Lord, I'm in London's Belly Still

A womb trap

Hit Makkah

Runway to 

Prophetic frameworks

The plateau 

Tech wire

Mum

Ideal London

Self 

Coquette

Up down 

Our Council Home

The make-fraud 

In such

like our glorious terrace perils

Riveting Belly

Fluid discourse

in London's trams

After London,

Where am I, Lord?

- By Laila Ali Haid


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