Poems from fontenotmia
I talk with a poetic slangMy thoughts are intricate like Mark TwainIn my short life I’ve seen endless painSo he says I’m deep.My mind is...
Beautiful black butterflies stirred up the wind,
and with God's assistance a southern breeze created my beautiful brown skin.
Skin that...
They say they know me. They don't.
They say they understand me. They don't.'
They read my words and they think they feel. They don't.
They...
These African 808's keep my body dancing. I danced through my village. My hips swayed like the currents of the Red Sea. My arms twisted...