Poems from vitoperez117
strumming the strings in the chamber of my chest
searching for my soul beneath ashes without rest
such muffling darkness buries me
grueling...
It used to be a medium Black culture could disseminate
Preaching bout the muzzle, the struggle, and the abundant hate
Always keepin the...
I step out of the plane
Baggage on my right hand
A bag of toys on the other.
One foot touches the concrete.
The hard surface onto the soft...