Poems from ALR118

a strong, tall, lanky, young lady, in baggy clothes svelteness hidden, with calculating manners my warmth disguised, but my smile says . . . .hello.
My dreams, plans, desires, merging at one location. Faith is what I'll bring.
I like the pretty extensions on my braids, just a dozen of them. They sorta whistle as they swing all over the place. No pictures please....
Mama's house smells of onions and garlic. Chicken is probably dissolving into a large pot of pinto beans, collards gurgling under a nearby...
And, we don't all live in Ferguson, MO. We start life in sub-substandard settings. Our neighborhoods are run down, the local food poor,...