Poems from N.F SOL
I am a Black American, who see's injustice all around me while breathing this ironic air called freedom
I am a Black Man, who's afraid to...
Dear Past-Day America,
The dreams that you created by your own hands soon built itself with the wisdom and insight of mighty people.
But...
Bruised apples are the most beautiful apples
People tend to not pick them due to thei delicate looks
They show both bruised and untouched...
The summer sun catches the glimpse of my eyes
Turning them into balls of fire reflecting inside me
The moist, but dry air comes from the...
Scars show the memories of your life
Scars shows the wars you'd faced in your adolescent life onto your old age
My battles were against my...