xmas
Learn more about other poetry terms
Papa Noël was afraid to pass through on Christmas Day
In the streets of Port-au-Prince. Bullets were being fired in droves
Sporadically, haphazardly. Many people were hiding under beds
I swing my tongue back and forth,
Flicking it across my lips,
And lash out my arms
Burning everything I touch
And I can feel their pain
It feels so good
