I want to believe that I'll meet my loved ones again—that a day will come when everyone I love is together, and we no longer have to worry about a clock or the stress of days flying by.
By April Kirby.9 months ago in Poets
Don’t call it gold-digging when you’ve built kingdoms on our unpaid labor— our bodies, our patience, our silence. We don’t want your “good morning” texts,
By Cadma9 months ago in Poets
Terrible things are happening outside. At any time of night and day, poor helpless people are being dragged out of their homes.
This morning bloomed with sudden talk, Of smoke that rose like whispered chalk. My screen lit up, a sky-bound stream White puffs that curled inside a dream.
By Test9 months ago in Poets
If you don’t know, that's neem tree, a twig with fruit. It's a tree, revered in Ayurveda. Its bitter in taste,
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
plants still grow in the dark.
By Louise Noel 9 months ago in Poets
One day a young Black male woke up and took a walk. His travel led to death and then he became the talk of the nation. A fatal situation that left the entire nation in devastation.
By Joe Patterson9 months ago in Poets
The wilted flower, grown from a mother with a rotten seed. Passed down for generations, from stems that bleed. Beaten down by hands that spite their creed.
By Rosie G9 months ago in Poets
It's dangerous for A little girl venturing out in the fields, Imagining happy times alone, Letting whatever crawl in her ears Arms, legs, face, neck... Tears,
By K.A. Smith9 months ago in Poets
If I crave raw mangoes, I can still find it— even in California, On grocery store shelves. But at exorbitant prices
From your birth, you were not planned. You were not raised. You were recruited. Handed the weight in silence, a world too ready to lean on your spine.
By Nicole Fenn9 months ago in Poets
She is a rose. She is love - not always understood, but always felt. She is delicate, but that doesn’t make her weak.
By Annie Edwards 9 months ago in Poets
