Poems from LaDetra Jackson
My mother is my idol, the star of my eye.
She is my insperation, i'm not telling a lie.
My mother can be my my friendemy and yet my guid....
To play victim to the same cuel fate, fills a person with such strong hate.
Yes, i'm da fool once again, yet I never know how it begins....
Why is it when we are badly hurt we look for some kind of relief?
The bigger question is why do I look for love and comfort in he?
He as...
The woods are a place of mystery. The rivers that streame, the animals that live,
the trees that know the worlds history. Being lost in...
A black rose solemn and sweet, mysterious when it and your eyes meet.
Ugly, pretty it might seem to be, yet inside it has been hurting a...