Poems from Baileybay
Filled with hate, Are the oppressors of segregation, Prosecuting those of a difference, The difference of a skin tone, Race. ...
Sitting in the corner of his room was the yellow balloon; His father had given it to him, Just like the rose in the garden waiting to...
Those who are Ignorant to the change that goes on every day, Avoiding fate like what happens is a big game, Are the ones that run from...
I had a dream and within this dream there sat her and I, She, in my arms, looked up at me, Then talked towards the sky. 'I think I found...
Walking in an open field with nothing but the moon to light the night, They walk with no path intended, Just where their love shall take...