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...

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