Poetry
The Terrible Bullet
By BB Bullet, can I ask you a question? Why are you so terrible? In the wake of your onslaught things, turn horrible See how you rip through bodies and…
Read MoreOff Course
By AW The slave ship that doesn’t move Nor never ever set sail Motionless is it rooted To the earth with no course The middle passage of the mind The…
Read MoreConfused!
By AP They say racism is dead, But every day I have a target on my head. Why, when they define the color black or Brown, they align it with…
Read MoreThe Gift of Flowers
By AC A seed is planted in the fertile lands inside my mind. I faintly hear it turning into a beautiful idea as if, I heard a voice trying to…
Read MoreSurrounded/Rodeado
By LV Surrounded by concrete walls. Surrounded by an immense feeling of solitude. Surrounded by concrete walls that don’t distance me from reality. Surrounded by one-thousand-and-one dreams – that are…
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