Poems from NubiaYasinn
Baby
Do better
Cuz this lackin is leaving slack
In
My rope, don’t forget you gotta pull me up, Boy
You got responsibilities, Boy
Can’t...
How you just gon let your tongue fall out of your mouth like that
Don’t you know the floor is dirty
Or is the bottom of your mouth just...
He is an apple
With all the brilliance of summer’s ripe fruit, I would pick him
But he resides on branches too high for me to reach though...
Swing low
Struggle
Struggle be the color of her neck, black with his grip, He don’t slip, this Rope
He don’t spare her, don’t bend for her...
Part of me still floats in the Atlantic
Part of you still hopes I drown
Like part of this country wishes I wasn't around and everyone who...