Poems About the Environment
The mighty Earth Shaker with his fiery temper
Could never have imagined
Church
Please be seated,
into the wooden bench,
Oh Lord, may I ask why our rivers run red?
Its crimson hue reflecting my dishriveled skin
But oh my Lord, I'm thirsty
Growing up in this world is
Like metamorphosis.
There are times I wish it would always be the middle of the night.
It starts with you.
In the beginning, there are only thoughts of you,
Age crept up on me like a shadow slinking infrom an open window: light at first,
Black Girls, you are one with the earth
Black Girls, they like to hit you where it hurts
Waking up to my truths - even the flaws are gorgeous
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