Nana (a poem)

I used to have skin

Smoother than the

Marble Julius Caesar

In my High Schools

Library.

And me and the girls

Used to run until we

Saw sunrise to sunrise,

Until one hill became two mountains.

My hair bounced as I walked.

And the boys eyes couldn’t help but lift, 

Like paper in the wind, when

I strutted past.

And now I have gorges in my

Cheeks, deep enough that when

I cry, I create rivers and lakes.

And even in my aging days,

The days where the house is not

The one that creaks but I,

There is still beauty to be seen.