Poems from theorangelinepoet
Dear America,
Martin had a dream that one day there would be racial harmony
A day where boys and girls could play comfortably in their own...
I’m so into you
Let me sow into you
No seeds just the knowledge I bestow into you
Won’t deceive my policy is honesty
You’re fond of me and...
I’m not lost
I’m just in the process of finding my way
At least that’s what my mind convinces me to say
Better days around the corner
The...
In the midst of all the pain and doubt
I refuse to find my way out
I will endure to the end
And when I make it to the end
I’ll be grateful...
The problem is
We use to not wanna hear God cause we thought God was the problem
Vacant façades of hope are my downfalls
All vapid and...