Jealousy is one hell of a crime.

As he was awoken by the suns rich touch And walked with grace in the streets of light

I begged to swap lives with the sun

For i was jealous of its ability to soak his skin up.
I sat here praying to be noticed by him

Questioning if the colour of his flesh would ever crave to be consumed and changed by the warmth in me.

                      –

Let me be your sun; I promise I’m worth looking upto, my darling.
Zeinab Arjah 10/7/16 @za_writings 

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