Poems from jacksonpoetry5
By: Tyree Jackson
In this image,
you cannot see,
that I am
damaged,
discriminated, stereotyped,
racially profiled, shot at, convicted,...
By: Tyree Jackson
A heart, beating in
your grimy hand
pulsating to rhythmic beats
underneath your skin.
Streams of blood flowing
from its...
During fall, once green leaves turn brown and crusty looking float wondrously from the trees —taking away their once beautiful appearance....
I.
Lilies bloom from
your silver locks of
hair
when you step
outside to rest on
the porch.
II.
Blessing the air with
her warm,
vanilla bean...
By: Tyree Jackson
“MAYBE LIBERTY JUSTICE EQUALITY
MAYBE IN THE 21ST CENTURY
MAYBE ON ANOTHER PLANET
MAYBE IN OUTER SPACE MAYBE MAYBE MAYBE...