Someday's life flows
as free as my curls...

And what if
you're...

Somewhere between
labor and injustice...

And kids don’t care
if their parents are black...

Its not okay to say you love me,
why waste your time writing...

Amidst provocative costumes,
and scary masquerades...

I think the woman is something far too resentful...
The poet is proud like a peacock, she knows she's...

I remember everything you know?
The day the first grade teacher put me in the...

I wish there was sunshine
i wish there was rain...

I have learned
that a man can go home to his ego...

This is what I want the audience of this poem to...
1. I’ve cried more in the past month that i’ve...

There was something
about the last Sunday...