Poems from Rosie18
i started from a seed
was cared for tenderly, it was a garden
the brother of eden it was Antonio
and deep into these roots i felt the...
the blood of medication stains on your doctret coat from giving out any kind of childrens like pills...you know the ones that'll pay for...
In poverty we've lived under power
for as long as we can remember and
not only do our roots grow in our culture but
within crack pavements...
we like those speakful car conversations
talking about relationships and songs that songs
that were number one hits how life has
changed...
What ever happened to the music that
steady beat we'd get from beneath our feet
thats urge to close our eyes and move our heads up
and...