Momma taught me how to be a man How to stick around and make a stand How to be a gentleman To stand for righteousness
By William Moore5 years ago in Poets
When I die, that will be the day When dreams essence be made Known to my soul’s being I return to the ether believing Anything to be possible
Upon these stars I delight On this dark and dreary night The moon I can not find Though she said she was mine Where could she have gone?
The color of my skin Is bleeding through again The heritage of Native American And Irish mixed together My genetics the congruent tether
