[tabby title="Poem"] Every night,fear tucks her intrailing its hand on the deep punctures of the coyote's grasp,looking at the violent affection that became fleshand deep scars left by emotional injuries.Now, they are shadows coming out to playin the eerie darkness...

[tabby title="Poem"] Facts these are,Undisputed they stand,We have to come to terms with them,They are as real as the sun risesand goes down the same,One is,Life is unfair,You can't understand why,You can't tell why,Life has decided to choose you,Why it...

[tabby title="Poem"] the colour of this nation is blackthe colour of this nation is blackthe colour of this nation is blackdo we hear the whisper of our people:the hungry, starving, bloated belliesthe air that fills our stomach liningsand the pipes...

[tabby title="Poem"] Sitting outside the coffee shop,At a table on the sidewalkI can barely curb my enthusiasmThis must be what white privilege looks likeAs I pretend to be a patronWaiting for the Magic Man I watch the cars go byThe...

[tabby title="Poem"] A slow, organic growth;A poem on every leaf:As from its parent treeThe infant suckling creeps,And reads aloud its linesTo stars that grace the skies. Its branches sway in peace,And Nature is its kin;All manner of wild fowlAnd tame...