Poems from cosmos10
Spotted the POPO
I hung back
I could see the wheels a ‘turning
Oh shit, he is black!
No, wait he is that N
In Negro or that other word
We...
Am I living hellRight here on earthOne man being supremeThe other having no worthDisingenuous, the poverty and suchSometimes I thinkIt’s...
Sit at the table my brethrenMartin, Malcolm, Frederick, Mandela and NatFor there are dangers my friends To which we must attendFor we're...
What mystery there is to this lifeOf us black and brown?What solemnityIn being this creature, so low to the groundWhat did He intend?When...
freedom isWhen you see my blackYou’re not staggeredor taken aback
freedom isWhen the fair-skinnedand freckledSee my wisdom or cunningor...