Poems from BetraH
You are a slam poet, your a poet of speech.
You stand there allowing your words to expose your vulnerabilty.
You stand there allowing...
My foreign blood that flow thought my vein calls
For a land to call its own, echoing the sentiments of the heart that it pumps from.
Yet...
I write cause got to.
Its not a want, its a need..
Its what my heart beats to.
Like my poetry is a plant and life is the seed.
Naturally...
Foolish, its completely and utterly foolish.
Thats why its freashing , thats why I seek it.
Its illogically , is alluring. Thats why I need...
Thought the City streets, the sound of traffic deafens me
Running trying to catch that last seat on the bus.
All the while listening to...