A love poem named...SHE! |
SHE
I love her morning breath
Nothing foul about her exhalation at dawn
Her yawns I long for
Reminds me of dew dripping from jasmine
Right before the sea fully gives birth to the sun
She is round ...
Posted by on Sun, 25 May 2008 06:14:00 GMT |
Parrelellogram |
Parallelogram
What's the difference between bloody sand and
Crimson stained concrete
Kufi and fitted caps
Bandanas and turbines
Rocks and glocks
Cops and army insurgents
Sand niggas and niggas
I...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 06:54:00 GMT |
A poem named Past Tense |
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Past Tense
Have we forgot about the sit ins
The Alabama boycotts
Water hoses, German shepherds and strange fruit
Ha...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 06:50:00 GMT |
