By: Ayanda Billie
Up in the clouds mountains of white-smoke so close building smooth waves of heaven embraced by kisses of the sky Through the windowup by wings of man my stomach trembles, head spins seeing how far I have tested God beyond grace My sins grinned at me up there, punched by lies I’ve once told smiles of beautiful air hostessesfrightened my miserable mind as if they were announcing my last day.