Poems from acmckenney
I have no more space in my heart
To mourn for you
It vanished when you stole me from my country
Became a gaping hole when you took my...
Let my pain soak the sheets of the bed that holds me
Let it permeate the walls confining me
Let it seep out of my pores and into oblivion...
I am a poet.
My pen is my sword
The ancestors and God fuel my every word
Flowing out of this trident is ink from the depths of the ocean...
Sometimes I wish I could leave my skin at home.
I would leave the racial slurs and black jokes
like a coat and scarf on an unusually warm...