Poems from rainebeauty
The bright lights and the streams cars surrounds me
the lost aspirations of those who couldnt get their dreams off the back porch,
no...
My heritage and my background,
The color of my skin or the color of yours
the length of my hair or the length of my nails,
My hieght or my ...
bound to the thought of tradition, chained to the idea of reality
structured in the ways of the ones before you, trapped in the shadows of...