Brick walls
Grey lockers...
The government,
Its all a lie...
Sometimes when i open my eyes I hope to wake up to...
The night with its silver lights
Caresses my window sill...
School.
Fall semester has started again...
Under the dim falsified glow
of a lean and towering Eugene street lamp...
When we make arrogant sounds
In anger we spoil something...
I think of my Africa
Black woman of mettle...
All of this confusion...
I'm trembling inside...
Don’t look
Don’t touch...
The names of legend
Echo throughout time...
The sound of blood spilling on your pure hands.
the sound of hate and pain...