Poems from Ebony Gilbert
My great grandmother could not read and her daughter could not write. My mother passed me the pen and told me to fly. When I write, I...
By the time I matter, Will it be too late?
Will people debate my soul's resting place?
Will they predict who I could have been?
Will by...
By the time I matter, Will it be too late?
Will people debate my soul's resting place?
Will they predict who I could have been?
Will by...