Poems from shaerenee

Your street lights are so bright .  Jazz and Alcohol and Death  take over at night .  Your street hold so many  secrets that  will never...
you love to call me thick  that must be a slick way to tell me to lose weight .  You tell me to put salad on my plate .  I heard you World...
I often play in the day .  Even at night where you lay .  My name is Depression .  I like to give the impression  that everything is okay...
My skin was brown , I got on the ground .  I complied but you shoot two rounds .   My name was Michael Brown .   
Gun shots , hop scotch , crime scene tape .  Night owls decide to rape .  No Power in Apt #8  .  The guys on the corner must be boxers   ...