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I write these stanzas like having… When I cry alone in my bed Writing is my way of using the tea… I’m really not tough Poetry is lost around my age
Vagabonds and wandering Souls We see eye to eye This sand is my bed It’s like the ground I walk on
Morals and manners Used to run this town Now, I see guns and chaos So I turn off the news And slip on my shoes
As the sun peaks its face out from… The pan is banged OVER And OVER Muscle memory starts taking contro…
I. Am. White. Just a man who By the Pigment of my skin Is laden with privilege
It feels so right, being here with… Out in the open Floating atop the deep blue And under the beautiful array of c… My eyes have been touched by clari…
The waves in her hair Allude to the depth in her eyes The story behind those eyes has ye… Won’t you let me see the world beh… Any man that has ventured into the…
My people have both seen and felt… Thinking that they are in the righ… Beating the poor And feeding the rich They would raise their flag with a…
In the bright stars of the night Her body is shown twinkling Curved to perfection Shining oh so bright When she’s near the new-year’s her…
When things go awry As they quite often do I pray that I’ll keep holding on to you You could say that my life’s been…
I see the whispers of the nearbys Thinking that they’re being all sl… But really I can tell They don’t even try to hide In fact they might as well yell
Let the people gather round Let them hear the words that I la… So let the people ditch their resp… Forget their worries And come open hearted
This love that I’m feeling is lik… It’s something we think we know bu… When I’m with you it should be il… I get lost in the never-ending vor… Dodging the lasers of invading shi…
Sometimes you need somebody else Sometimes the movie screen won’t g… Sometimes I lie awake with regret… My morning oats They won’t be there forever
Coming into our homes Raping our women Taking our young What is all of this for? Plundering our villages
