Poems from JadaSills

Red lines to match the lies Red puddles to match the tears I cried Red clothes to cover the stains Pencils with red erasers to eliminate...
Oh brother, my brother Be safe. Always be in the right place At the right time Make one wrong move And it might be your last time.   Be...
Blistered, dry, and cracked feet With little to no clothing and no food to eat. My people were brought into this country to pick cotton...