Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
I ride buses
to
get to work,
to visit friends.
I ride the 992
to get to work,
But more often
I desire to
jump on a
plane
and
fly home.
Here,
black are
seemingly always
poor and
of lower
class.
I’m only here
to make money,
Only be abused.
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