Poems from Kae.D
Whether it be today, or tomorrow night, I may not make it home; I might die tonight
It's an endless field, which I perpetually roam And it...
You expect us to stay docile in the face of oppression
To accept the death of our people without exception
You wish to see us stay quiet as...
I walk to my home, the summer air is thick; surrounded by hallowed street lights and homes of made of brick
The streets I walk, normally...
You are immune to the Devil’s wrath; you walk the straight and narrow path
Walking with grace and style; your eyes shine like the River...
I remember coming of age in a pivotal time, when young black boys was trying to make a penny off their rhymes. Young poets was tryna get...