Eze Ndidiamaka Vera | Vitiligo Beauty

The day before, she was the wind

brushing over tables with teacups and

St Louis sugar lumps.

One time, she was half the stick of a crayon,

filling a page with colour from her veins.

The red was so red, so yellow, so blue.

She arched her back, stretched her legs

& her shoes turned algae-green.

Everything she touched became art.

Iveren Cheku(she/her) is a Nigerian. She writes from a place of deep concern for mental health and social injustice. When she’s not writing she’s making great dresses alongside her studies at the Federal University of Agriculture, Makurdi. She says hi on Twitter @Aiveemls