It's The American Way Poems - Poems about It's The American Way

Kill me Kill me Kill me Give me Give me Give me Give me Give me Give me Give me… … my life Kill me Kill me Be mine Be mine Be my… …My heart My heart My heart You good Perfect I need you You love Love Love Be love Be love My love My love I need I need I want I want Love Love. Feel me Feel me Touch...Read the rest...

Just because Christ is White Does not mean he is a Racist...Read the rest...

Red eyes don’t lie we are sleeping less Only because making love is the best Medicinal soul making my lips confess And we already know love as a test Neon nibbles love bites on brown neck Teal thrills causing silky...Read the rest...

"What is Black Beauty?" " I asked myself what is Black Beauty? when looking at myself in the mirror." ...Read the rest...

"What is Black Beauty?" " I asked myself what is Black Beauty? when looking at myself in the mirror." ...Read the rest...

(with nudity optional) Not another effort from The Lefts bleating masses, but the sparkily aristocracy of cerebral-celebritys; their binary-duality sweeping earth-wise. I don't object to the subject necessarily. All Hell Breaks-Loose sometimes For Heaven's Sake...Read the rest...

Wearing bonds invisible Yet indestructible. Find them. Free them. Bring them home. Traffick, pimp, and whore, And some are just next door. Find them. Free them. Bring them home. Some talk of peculiar institutions, Others speak of restitutions. Find them. Free them. Bring them home. Slavery is alive and well...Read the rest...

A black girl lost in the world, Feeling like she doesn't belong, Her skin is a shade that stands out, In a society that tells her she's wrong. She walks the streets with a heavy...Read the rest...

Indian brave turned thirteen, it was his time in the woods He was to spend the night, blindfolded, listening to sounds A large animal came to keep him company, he knew not what But he felt its presence...Read the rest...

The rain that showered us all evening had stopped. although many drops were still clinging to the trees… As I walked a few of those drops fell down on me coaxed off their leaves by an early morning...Read the rest...

By Cherbo Geeplay Summer is yet to come and may never come. She's stirring in an August noon, sitting on the long plateaus of these fields so far from our grasp. The rice ...Read the rest...

catostomidae a spiritual cleansing ~ sacrificial grace (April Full Moon – Anishinaabe)...Read the rest...

Only an Alchemist can master the mist at the flick of a wrist, but here's the twist... A White Witch can switch into a hag real fast and cast a spell that leads...Read the rest...

I dreamed of Johnny Cash last night, his music spoke to me, I said I thought that you were dead, but music lives said he, but music lives said he. From Folsom, to Fort Bend, for every soul behind bars, he asked...Read the rest...

By Cherbo Geeplay “Don’t die,” his mother cried by his hospital bed, weeping. “I will be fine,” he managed to mutter under thick breath, the...Read the rest...