slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Questions
Growing slowly inside the womb of my white mother. I had a dad who never showed up. He left her alone with two babies inside her stomach, whatever his excuse was. I didn’t know yet what was going to happen to me, or my twin brother. But later in life I would soon find out. I just didn’t know that I would have SO MANY.... Questions.
By Alani Alderman5 years ago in Poets






