Poems from bmirante
I thought for sure this time
My midnight bedroom black as the sin I
Could have committed with him
Was lit up enough from the furnace of...
How do I mourn the death of
four Americans, one child when death is
everywhere - else.
I can crumble into shards of myself crying
over...
One
It is about time you realized that you are black
you still don’t know what that means
But one day you will
And you will never have...