Poems from bmirante

I thought for sure this time My midnight bedroom black as the sin I Could have committed with him Was lit up enough from the furnace of...
How do I mourn the death of
 four Americans, one child when death is everywhere - else.
 I can crumble into shards of myself crying over...
One It is about time you realized that you are black you still don’t know what that means But one day you will And you will never have...