Category: Poetry
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Three
She smells sweet / like lavender The putrid sound rings high / Sour scents / Rotten things The succulent lilt of his sides / smooth 27 is crude / 59 is all attitude / But three is beautiful Bright Mommy tells me to be quiet But the voice of 3…
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Do You Hear What I Hear?
*Pop* *Pop* *Pop* Do you hear what I hear? It’s the sound of another black boy Being shot down Boy for he is no longer a man / Black because that is all the officer sees All he sees Do you hear that? It’s the sound of police dogs barking…
