Poems from YBRJordan
my life cannot matter in a place where my body was used as a currency.
because between you and me and those who look like me, freedom is...
the american dream.
the american dream isn’t meant for you and me.
it’s a true contradiction and complete hypocrisy.
this the dream that...
if my words aren’t so vivid i’ll find someone who can paint.
my words WILL get a cross like a foreclosure on a bank.
i shouldn’t have to convince you that
i know my self worth—
in order for you to treat me
with anything remotely resembling human decency.
i’m too old to deal with childish people who hurt people out of ignorance.
but i’m too young to drink until the pain is numbed.
i seem to...