Poems About the Environment
Oh Lord, may I ask why our rivers run red?
Its crimson hue reflecting my dishriveled skin
But oh my Lord, I'm thirsty
There are times I wish it would always be the middle of the night.
Black Girls, you are one with the earth
Black Girls, they like to hit you where it hurts
Yeah, feeling new again but different
Same old & brand new new friends but different
Why am I here?
I don't wanna be here
All this yelling and abuse
All this depression I have been through
