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
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