Poems from Bkelly
What my school year consists of:A quiet atmosphere with bursts of blues, purples, yellows and red
creating a galaxy like no other. Those...
How shall I explain?I take in his presence as a woven basket, enclosed are fragile itemsand I’m determined to keep them intact.Overbearing...
A glance, a whistle, a smile is a
deathwish in Mississippi.
NO.
Your skin, your nose, your eyes
was the deathwish of Emmet Louis Till.
Why...