Poems from miss poetic
They say black people ain’t shit
Your skins too dark
Your such a whore
Black people can’t keep their bodies covered
They can’t be...
Ode to Stress
My tormenting stress, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you smell, the way you make me act,and look
Invading my...
Stress - tormentor of my dreams
I stay up all night,
It causes me anxiety
My back begins to slouch
Lack of sleep
eyes become darker...
They take my kindness
For weakness
And my silence as speechless
If a Black woman has a dream
It's considered unreachable
They want us to...
You were new and had no friends
yet
You sat in a corner on the floor
I actually felt bad but that was the biggest mistake.
I asked what...