Poems about Race
He who is without sin let him cast the first stone
But I’ve seen a sin so wrong it literally penetrates my soul
My thighs expand the length of continents
But the breasts I was given cannot be confused with mountains
When you think of Texas
You think of conservative
You think of the Lone Star State
You think of the Cowboys
Generations before
now define the present
a once proud race
now treated like pheasent
I am judged