Poems from fatalangel218
I will use my voice to pursue a million different things
In fragments of a second
I will use my voice to reflect on history
So it is not...
Stained hands and I'm guilty
Lookin to the sky like
Lord can you hear me
Dunno what to do when I'm pushed in the corner
Can't fight...
Some could change themselves
Cuz they're not good enough
But in starting with the Man in the Mirror
Michael wasn't evaluating himself...
IMOB I come across as exotic to some
Two polar sides of black culture create an interesting look
IMOB I'm pursuing a million different...
Snow here
Snow there
Snow everywhere
Snow on the housetop
Snow on the trees
Thank God it's not upon me
We leave the snow at point A...