Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
The shootin’ started over
The lids of coffins,
One group of shooters
were burying people
trying to vote,
I could hear their crys
from
under their lids.
The shooters wore white sheets,
burned down the town,
torched my house.
But you didn’t kill us,
We still rise….
Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry. View more posts
Liferaft in the Abyss