Poems from MayaDavé
My heart is throbbing
Loneliness has robbed
My pain, I’m numb
My heart is like a drum
Every beat is hitting my spine
The next sign...
The man thinks he rich
But he’s poor
His eyes are keen and they twitch
When he sees money
He needs to unlock a door
To wealth
He’s...
The Conscience of America
Little kids are like the conscience of America.
They are pure and naive. Unknowingly. And somehow they know...
My dreams are so big
It’s hurt small minded people
They can’t wrap their minds are my big dreams
So instead
They try to understand
And...