
Her skin is too pale to be written,
Her sexual proclivities,
Warrant no words.
Unheard are the sounds of her birth,
Untraceable her origin on earth.
She bears no labels,
She wears no tags.
Her anonymity is commonplace.
Are we missing something?
A home for the poems written by Graham Parker
Her skin is too pale to be written,
Her sexual proclivities,
Warrant no words.
Unheard are the sounds of her birth,
Untraceable her origin on earth.
She bears no labels,
She wears no tags.
Her anonymity is commonplace.
Are we missing something?