Numb from the hurt and pain.
Numb from the target on my head.
Wondering what enemies want to gain?
Shameful to think, “What if I’m next?”
Racism is to blame
For me wondering, if soon, people will say my name?
But onward I MUST and WILL go.
Numb from the hurt and pain.
Numb from the target on my head.
Wondering what enemies want to gain?
Shameful to think, “What if I’m next?”
Racism is to blame
For me wondering, if soon, people will say my name?
But onward I MUST and WILL go.
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Aren't songs of grief lullabies to the lost?
La poesía es la casa del ser.
as opposed to a “not thinking chitalia”
A storyteller with a poetic heart
The Poetry of Emotion
Seeking Solace in the Horizon & Beyond
FOR A NEW TOMORROW