Poems from BetraH
Holding on to the hope.
To the hope things will work out even know I'm more likely to stake out.
Holding on to it tightly.
Holding on to...
What exactly were you scared of?.
When I walk in to that elevator, that evening that you felt the need to clutch your purse tighter to you...
Be it unconventional,
Be it unnonsensical.
But I cant help but to feel , empty.
Empty even with the massive paycheck.
Couldn't stop feeling...
I see a black man singing in the Lexicon Lounge, Proudly. Instead of humming the toon of 'This Little Light of Mine". Under the upper hand...
The way the world seems to be, much like its inhabitants it strangely creates a conscious portrait of itself via the makeup of a complex...