Poems from RenaissanceWhiteWolf
When a black girl is born, there is only silence.
When a black girl is born, there sre no cheers of celebration or cries of joy or...
When a black girl is born, there is only silence.
When a black girl is born, there sre no cheers of celebration or cries of joy or...
Life knocks on the door, and it wants you to answer, but you don't want to;
You want to hide, run, do anything BUT answer that door.
...
I smile. I laugh. I talk. I do all the things I'm supposed to do when in the presence of my dad, and yet...
I'm not happy to be here...
The figures dance- some slow, some faster than others.
The bodies grind against each other while others move lonesome, their bodies...