Poems from Vikki FallenAngel Davis
Ugly
as the mirror fragments sealed.in a mask upon my face
No, Ugly
Like the shattered remains of a broken moon admist a nighttime eclipse...
A tiny voice asks me 'what do you provide?'
I answer with nothing
The voice will taunt, scorn, and mock
Useless, it says. You believe your...
My feelings of Lost are when I have no place to go because someone has closed all pathways.
My experience of Lost is the time that has gone...
America was a vicious place for my ancestors. So why am I criticized and rebuffed for remembering what happened to them? For fighting...
I walk out into the quiet late dawn, Basking in the solace I take in as much of the clean air I can bear. The earth shakes beneath my bare...