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The Morning After by Twanda Rolle

[tabby title="Poem"] Shattered glass Strewn down the roads Some parts blood stained Molotov cocktail was served But bullets could not stop the protest The morning remembered last night The left over anger From the burnt buildings It screamed from the...

A Deadly Goodbye by Twanda Rolle

[tabby title="Poem"] "To leave is to die a little."-Edmond Haraucourt The subway waiting at the station Its screeches for us to say goodbye like a hearse coming to steal you the forget- me- not limp and wasted with tears I...