Poems from poetic child
He knows how to lead better than what led him
Even when poverty, insecurities, and depression fed him
Being fed lies of who he would become...
Our voices are heard
But maybe our words go in one ear and out the other
We barely communicate with our sisters and our brother’s
Try to at...
did you think to say "free my brother"
while he was doing his dirt
gang banging,drug slanging,and selling that work
you never thought to...