Poems from Curlygirl98
Skittles,
Multicolored Candy that's Sweet to the Teeth
Mingle with blood on the concrete floor
Of an innocent boy
Whose color didn't match...
America, the land of the free
America, the land that is me.
America, one who accepts all races and colors.
America, promoting hate among...
I have vicious curls that spiral and snare,
People look ghastly at my wild hair.
These curls don't care and they don't want your words
in...
I'm not an idiot.
Vapid eyes are not on my face.
Do your job and water my garden
My fields are parched.
I like the way they spiral
twirling and tickling my neck.
they get prettier when they drench
the floor and my skin.
They get wild and...