Poems from MVP-Most Valuable Poet
they look at my complexion
they say im dirty
on the contrary, im fresher than a new pair of kicks
they look at my face
they say im a thug...
i miss the way you smile at me
your smile lits up brighter than the sun than beams on me
i miss the way you rub my head
your hands make my...
although i'm alive and well, would this be my last day
at least i know , i made it past may
i walk outside wondering would bullets fly...
i am a cancer survivor call violence
where rival gangs kill each other over territory
i am a cancer survivor call ignorance
where a fight...
where does a child with no love from a parent go
to a woman that molests him by which he is force to not say no
where does a girl turn to...