Poems from Crime and Peppermint
How could a death song taste so sweet?
Fiery in all its glory
I see no reason to have fear
The pearls of wisdom satisfied
Sate'd are my...
Does he know?
No he couldn't possibly, I console myself
The way he tips his head gently to the side when he writes
How I saw him stop to...
An iron hue hung in the air
I flung out my arms in desperate dispair
My heart quivers with unreleased tension
Breaking
For it knows not...
I have been told over and over that I cannot identify
With the turmoil surrounding
These arguments of race
Is this not racism in itself?...
I stand as the willow weeps soft
The lovely keening sound I hate to hear
She warms the hills with her boughs of kindness
Gracefull she...