Articles and Stories
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black blues in america flat
Each day the sun yawned
I tried to be a good American
Oh, each day the sun yawned
Survival or God Fed Us From a FingerSurvival or God Fed Us From a Finger (sonnet)
Dark crop ravaged from land of native seeds
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UN Peace Takers*
Young, virgin, chocolate bodies sweet beyond belief
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Home
Warm hugs of my mother's arms
The aroma of love cooking on the stove
brothers and I crowded in one room
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Under the Bridge
Under the bridge I live
Forgotten like an
argument between children
Looked upon by all
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A THIEF
Poem for the first day of AlgebraPoem for the first day of Algebra
I am a number line moving thru both negative and positive
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The King is dead
- for Lawrence King murdered in Oxnard, Ca.
The young beautiful king is dead
A bullet pierced the music in his head
