Top left, acutely American/ Going On the Road/ But finding only the Grapes of Wrath/ Pressed and fermented in my flask... Read on
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But why/ Mind numb; body wired/ why not be enticed/ and let all the blur/ of high-speed travel/ conquer the senses. Read on
The pain does.
The pain of accepting change
The pain of being unknown
The pain of no longer being my one and only. Read on
For I am ugly and only the pretty deserve compliments
I feel like I can't eat in public because someone is watching
And judging because I'm disgusting to the eye Read on
The selection of poems was written when I was posed the question, “Is there an African-American Dream?” In my literature class, during a discussion about hope, freedom, and dreams, the question stuck out because every one of my peers' answers were different. Read on
VOX Poetry Repeated Cycles & Injuries: Lust. Rush. Excitement. Disappointment. Everything I experience when it comes to you. I never know what to do anymore. I swear I’m going insane.… Read on
