Poems from Angela Brown
I am a product of a painful past Of thoughts filled with uncertainty and regret My great-grandfather saw his mother auctioned In Georgia on...
set aside your heat for thourough gradation Christ, is that a knife in my back? and wage war on their point-proper diction monkeys ay!...
Life is not fair, people fight wars People disagree, people feed on The right to dominate other races In how we percieve. We want to change...
It is a land who took in huddled masses; With a promise to fulfill their dreams. America gave the right to free speech; With the right to...
Trapped into circumstance The unfair practice within my skin I'm not red, yellow or brown Being dark has no exceptions When people see me...