Milky White Is Dead

By Anic Ulrope

You’re probably just jerking off to this 

you sick,

miserable fuck.

By the way, I’ve seen 

hidden Polaroids 

of your try hardness

The wonder and worry, of

if you are worthy

a husband, to my mother is gone 

Groom removed, the placeholder 

You, the cuck

Anic is a free thinker. A reader of obscure fiction. A writer of selfish convictions and harsh truths. When she is not reading or writing, she is selling books and roller skating, simultaneously if possible. Her writing background is a mixture of public-school English literature teachers, journaling, and collecting dreams, visions and thoughts since she was seven years old.

Her poetry holds space for subjects such as but never limited to mental health, sex, femininity, race, and individuality. She is currently exploring African ancestry and the complex consciousness that generates the African diaspora within American society.

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