Poems from oatmealenthusiast
Trayvon Martin adorns a banner spangled with rubies too fine to clot,
And black boys cringe when the chorus blares and red, white, and ...
Love songs and empty words curled
Around ideas of what love
Should be, like horns that ram the unsuspecting,
Shaking and shattering bones...
I promise to see the silver in the dreary grey that sighs
Life into shadows as they frolic about the overcast.
You won’t throb warmth into...
The shrill blare of my alarm clock
Ripped me from my pleasant slumber.
I reluctantly rolled from the
Warm comfort of my bed and
Began my...