Poems from Sylvene Taylor
Breathing in that familiar smell of sweet coffee that screams Starbucks i sit quietly inside....alone..but actually, i am accompanied by...
race isnt an accident or choice.
no, i did not go to home depot, compare colors, and pick out the best shade of brown for my body....
everyday i lay back and watch tv. but when i go to activate the screen what do i see? i dont see me. in fact i hardly EVER see me. the...
a book is not its cover,
nor the title or the colors,
its not the essays or grades,
its not the B, C, D or A,
i am not a cover,
I am not...