Their face.
I'm walking at a pride March
and I hear
get out of there
J.k. Rowling an amazing author screams.
I feel my heart crush
I loved her
I scream
"fuck you! I loved you but you have hurt me!"
My scream seemed to echo
as everyone looked at me
In the blink of an eye
I'm in front!
I have lead the pride March and am proud
And my black friend looks at me
"See you say something like that to a bad celberty,
you lead."
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country