Category: Poetry
It is with you when your eyes are open, It is with you when you recognize who you are. Coming and going with no warning
What’s my favorite color? Hmm it’s been a while, But I’d say Blue, More than the color, More than the emotion. But I really like
I thought I found a friend I thought I found a best friend Matter of fact I thought I found a sister An older sister
It can be said that advancements have been made, but we minorities are still being played by this age old game their ancestors invented that