Poems from Angela Brown
HIV and Aids
Am I a statistic, unaware?
Am I realistic, or a characteristic
Sexism is playing tricks with who I am.
I stumble with fear...
What if war was holyAnd sex was obsceneWe've got it twistedIf you know what I meanBaptised in boundriesAnd Schooled in sinDivided by colors...
The blood soils the white cotton panties as the blood sacherates through like starch on a corn leaf. I felt the sharp satchel slice my skin...
We mourned the loss,
Of family and friends
Affected us all deeply
We are the victims.
We are a community of family and friends,
Shaken...
Circumstance by Angela Brown
Why am I a product of circumstance?
I’m not red, yellow or brown!
I for being dark has no grounds.
When...