Poems from Kayla Lyons
My BLACK PEOPLE. Wearing handcuffs as bracelets.
Running from the red white and blue lights as they chase us.
Those same colors that...
My BLACK PEOPLE. Wearing handcuffs as bracelets.
Running from the red white and blue lights as they chase us.
Those same colors that...
I write to feed the hunger of my expression.
I write to lessen the pain of depression.
I write to entertain the souls of those young.
I...
(poems go here) No Such Thing
There’s no such thing as bad hair.
It’s a sad thing when our young black queens’ self esteem lies in a...