Poems About the Environment
The mighty Earth Shaker with his fiery temper Could never have imagined
Church Please be seated, into the wooden bench,
Oh Lord, may I ask why our rivers run red? Its crimson hue reflecting my dishriveled skin But oh my Lord, I'm thirsty
Growing up in this world is Like metamorphosis.
There are times I wish it would always be the middle of the night.
It starts with you. In the beginning, there are only thoughts of you,
Age crept up on me like a shadow slinking infrom an open window: light at first,
Black Girls, you are one with the earth Black Girls, they like to hit you where it hurts
Waking up to my truths - even the flaws are gorgeous