Your love is so difficult to read from behind these slits for eyes Your love is so very painful that I couldn’t imagine your hate My kindness is met with curses they dig into me deep, but I dare not pull them out lest my face meet another blow
Your love is so confusing I’ve failed many a times to understand I ignore the red ring around my neck and I’m not too fond of the purples and blues that are speckled all about me
The mirror keeps whispering to come near-I refuse Your sight longs for my presence at all times and mine longs for your smile, but it’s been awhile In my suffering I wait to see that familiar face from long ago Patiently waiting for it to emerge which is the reason for my pleasant demeanor despite my agony
I will place a kiss upon its cheek and embrace that moment should it ever arrive I pray that he will materialize before I disappear into eternity
Hello, My name is Minnie, I am 31 years old and live in PA . I am the children's book author/illustrator of Just ask my mom and dad/SOCKS, I also write poetry and have been a production assistant for over 7 years. I have been writing short children stories and poetry since I was very young-I enjoy it and take every opportunity to share my work with others.
(1) It was a mix of demons. Honour killing to save the damaged inside. You were found in lotus position, hands tied, buried in a hole. (2) The twin plants: god and goddess of procreativity were shedding trumpet-shaped pink flowers.
The faces of oppression, your mama forget to mention, That the white cop shooting niggas on the daily to collect his pension. Only when a nigga is killed is it brought to your attention, That racism is alive and well
Faces on the wall… Are images of the mind! Formed by faithless moments – And of still born movements. Flutter of the breeze, In the silence of stiff leaves… All seems like a faded horizon, But still holding on to