[tabby title="Poet Bio"] If my poems were flowersI’d plant them beside my daddy’s grave.I know that no man has powersBut am proud to be the son he raised. If my poems were cloudsI’d water them down like rainWash off the...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Every morning as I take my bathI scrub twice as hard as the day before.Hard enough to turn my black skin white,Not because I want toBut because the boys at school tend to make fun of me....
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] My tongue has been cutby teachings that taught me silence as the elderly speak.Teachings that taught me to observe their wordslike sermons preached on the altar,holding my tongue as the sacrificial piece. They cut my tongue,But perhaps...