Shame, a poem.

Colonialism Runs through my veins Paints my skin White It makes me so angry That it took me So long to see I was blind. But I see it now, I’m a moth Drawn to Light. Tired Of the wrong I want to make it Right. My ancestors Didn’t know The difference Between Love And …

A letter to lady liberty

I believe in things I cannot see or feel In a physical sense When the sun is behind clouds Or asleep at night Does that mean it is not there? The same goes for god, If you listen close enough You live with her heartbeat In your chest Just like I do. Except I wear …

A letter to lady liberty

I believe in things I cannot see or feel In a physical sense When the sun is behind clouds Or asleep at night Does that mean it is not there? The same goes for god, If you listen close enough You live with her heartbeat In your chest Just like I do. Except I wear …

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