Poems from rebekahlee111
Roses are Red
Lemons are sour
Open your legs and give me an hour
Kissing is a habit
Fucking is a game
Guys get all the pleasure
Girls get...
He cried so why should I
And yet he still died
Circumstances remained the same
Yet people pray to him hoping things will change
But not I
I...
There came a time
In the month of enriched
Ebony Skin
I was called to right
A poem
Not knowing this journey
That lied within
I took the...