racism
By AT I’m lock up thinking what should I do: Can’t write home, cuz Mom NEVER write back I’m lock up thinking what should I do: Baby mother block the jail phone,…
By AG Can I fly with you guys Where I belong, or is it because I’m a crow I don’t know why I’m perceived as evil But my physical existence…
By GL In The memory of Distant memories that burns the chest Like sips of Hennessey No chaser Chased by smug-faced oppressors Whose job it is to arrest us Oppress…
By MJR A great man ain’t always the interpreter of great things For he is imperfect in the eyes of those selfishly unwilling to make change Yet life offers up all the free-will…
By LC Love burns in my heart for all Strong, like the sun at high noon But you see it not Nor do you see the ambition the hope, the…