Poems from Eugene Beausejour
Hate the winter time because nights come quicker,the light makes whites think I'm a nice young nigger.But at night, they think twice and...
Believe in God like the water in the sea,
science tells us what we see, but never what we need.
Ever see a baby cry? Seconds later they...
Child, tell me your dreams,
tell me of your aspirations...
BANG...BANG BANG...too late...
I once knew a boy from Haiti,
Whose limericks were never quite funny.
When asked why this was,
He replied "It's because
I always try to...
Oh, fathers of the Motherland,
weep for thy sons have been sold short,
Thy daughters abused by evil men.
Tell me of thy grief, thy sorrow...