Poems from Ava404
I got a black dad.
A black dad who stayed
dont get it twisted.
My dad ain't leavin
My dad ain't broke
My dad ain't drunk or addicted
My...
I belong in the night sky
A shooting star, immune
And refusing to comply.
I dance with the moon.
The husk of the world below is no...
My father's hands are popped and cracked like the canyons that he made his home.
Traveling from the cities of Chicago to the empty deserts...
Mama, I hope that you’re proud of me.
I hope you’re proud of the way that I slave every day
And how sometimes I pray
Even though I don’t...
Love comes gently.
A grazing of hands or
A smile.
It is then that you will realize that love,
Is not searched for,
But found.
Love...