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