hbcu
Learn more about other poetry terms
As each day goes by there is not a hour I am not thinking about you
I can't even type this poem without tears forming in my eyes
Why did you have to do me the like that?
It's growing.
Bigger, nastier, uglier. And it's sore as hell.
I dived head first into a brown bottle, even had ice but, it still continued to swell.
Self medicating, personal antidotes,
I am from a blood line of empowerment.
My people have traveled for miles,
and my history runs deep.
It's been days when you've been just sitting there relaxing
Relaxing like you don't feel those contractions
It's been years since you felt satisfation
It's time for a change, put in action!
