Poems from pierredapoet
True love is
waking up beside
every morning...
with rollers in your hair,
no make up,
sleep crust in your eyes,
bad morning breath,
a nasty...
True love is
waking up beside you
every morning...
with rollers in your hair,
no make up,
sleep crust in your eyes,
bad morning breath,
a...
I am a man,
a black man I am!
And what you think of me,
I don't giva damn!
I am solid as a rock,
strong as an oak tree.
I have a history of...
I grew up very poor,
living on welfare.
I often went to school
with my feet nearly bare.
My dad went out for beer,
and never came back.
My...
I don't hang with the homeboys
because it's not my style.
I have more on my mind
than being buck wild.
I don't belong to a gang.
I'm not a...