Poems from socialhorror

I’m supposed to be different. Evil and much darker. Traits that seem absent. In this bitter but sweet disaster. With genes like these, My...
Writing is a release of tension Chipping away at the block that weighs down on my shoulders Placed there by a father who expects too much...
There are those who say he died because he was black. Because some racist wanted desperately to be a hero. And there are those who say he...