blackpoet – Life at the Burrow

Reset

Where will I find you againMy friend?On this road or at anotherBend?Maybe, at the end ‘We are all just getting by’A statement presentWhen we Cry But the truth can’t Lie We’re all just trying to getByLeave me flowers near my Stone,Once I have left this world Alone,After you have finally grown Older, May love findContinue reading “Reset”

mine

this is what’s mine (my lips, my thighs) i am not to be tamed i will not push to explain what i am, who i am; who i am is none of your concern pull my hair paint my face squeeze my curves into one place keep in mind the lord made me the beautifulContinue reading “mine”