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...

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