Poems from chrisgrant17
Love passes like the four seasons It begin whiteFresh and new!Ready for its canvas to be painted But You arecold and ignorantAfraid and...
Her skin was black.Her mind was full.Her smile was big.Her eyes were wide. She gave me joy.Each day I woke.Each word she said.Could not...
How many times will we revert to this endless circle of emotion?
I hurt You and you hurt Me, it seems revenge is a devotional
Tribute we...
We wake up every day,
Repressed, Oppressed, and Depressed,
about the White Man’s Burden on our lives.
We want action done! We want peace! ...
One thing I can't live without...is media.
Social Media.
It’s sorta like Journalism isn’t it?
Expedia dot com, when I need things speedy....