Poems from amylibra13
When you’re born they ask how dark?Does my life matter?When you’re a toddler and people call you pickaninnyDoes my life matter?When you’re...
The burning crosses flow through my veins
Alloyed with the remnants of black berets and raised fists
The screens glow with the tide of...
Sweet Supple Innocence
The press of sinewy hips
Our flesh entangled before the gaze of silver plated St. Peter, the protector
I merged...
Desks in rows
Children file in
Classrooms filled with the stagnant scent of yester year policy
Each child
Head down
Pencil rhythms create...
There she is, a girl all alone
Others let out, an annoyed moan
She sits, her head down, in a book
Other play angry birds on a nook
She...