Poems from mitch22n
Between 8 bars and ancestral chants hip hop was born.
The block was ablaze- cats chillin with 40 ounces and lemonade, spitting over broken...
Squeezed between the clicks of metals colliding and the soft thumps of water against slave ships
we swallowed our drumbeat on foreign...
While dreaming of sweet lemonade and louisiana breezes
you emergedchocolate covered with vanilla rain drops
sliding satin against skinyou...