Poems from seemeeimbeebee
In 2013people are still slavesslaves to the patriarchy
black boys getting friskedinnocentjust on the streetand they call it"pre-emptive"...
There's a voice inside my heartAnd she's screaming at the top of her lungs
pick up the penget the notebooksit at the computerfor God's...
The card is in her hands
those trembling
trembling hands
She wants to see
her partner
her would be life (had it been legal)
the love of her...