My eyes met the Sun and we rose Crack the sun-kissed knuckles Sink hand to waist Handful of tattered tee Raise above head it plummets to familiar floor Skin exposed Eye-fingers inspect Know every
There are times when we need Elder’s words to wash over us like a healing salve. Like scripture the following mixture be suture. Feel free to add your favorite Black Revolution quotes to the
Poetry does a terrible job of making us forgetAnd soThis will not be a poem aboutThe pedophile who raped my student The mental illness that took my motherOrThe emotionless vacuum that breathed
