Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
A white
guy
on the
bus
complained
about
policemen
forbidden
to use horses.
I asked,
“and what
about whips?”
The white
guy shut up.
Wondered
where the attack dogs
and water canons were.
They still have
rubber bullets
and knees
on necks.
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