Poems from Flow3try
He puts his hand upon me,
I whisper to him no.
He puts his head towards the floor,
And reaches for his toe.
He pretends to pick his...
I don’t like flies, and parks make it worse
I sit down to eat and they seem to reverse
I swat them away, but they don’t care
They've...
What's the point in being black if I have to hide it like a disease? If I wear my vocabulary like a facemask.
Praising God for the day...
How can I love you when I don’t know who you are?
When you hid your true colours from me like a tenebrous habit.
Each day, I lay my...