Poems from Angela Brown
As darkness, approaches, sad and dreary Poor people mourn and are placed to rest and death surmounts in calmness We all question death,...
Do you know the meaning of the word "N" Did history divide us because of our skin? Greatness begins from within by character Not by the...
Do you know the meaning of the word "N" Did history divide us because of our skin? Greatness begins from within by character Not by the...
I hold the torch of humility, whose fearless flame is tired and weak I seek a better life living in poverty of grief Ashamed of the...
No, I did not expect to die A one-shot blow to the head A loaded gun cocked right at me I lay in bloody streets of hate Foreshadowing the...