Poetry
Black boy, black boy What you gon’ do when they come for you? You better run, you better hide You better try and save your life But you better not…
Pain is what I feel, pain is the water Being released from my eyes as I write Pain, pain is my mother’s motivation to keep believing I can change which…
My Race, My Race, is so divided Sometimes I cry, with fears I can’t try My Race, My Race is so envious, so selfish, So arrogant to everything My Race,…
Being in love means no cheating No fighting each other Always listening to what each other has to say at all times Respecting each other And loving one another Love…
I guess you lied about everything you said I can’t lie, you caught me slipping Overlooking your position and lusting off of your appearance Created love in the making Not…